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Mishka lay awake long into the night, Milla's words echoing in her mind. The revelation about her grandmother's secret magical activities had shaken her more than she cared to admit. It wasn't just the fact that Myrtle was practicing magic—Mishka had long suspected there was more to her grandmother than met the eye. No, what truly unsettled her was the realization that she and Myrtle were now engaged in a silent battle of secrets and half-truths.
As the first light of dawn crept through her curtains, Mishka made a decision. She needed answers, and she knew just where to start looking.
Quietly, she slipped out of bed and made her way to her grandmother's study. The house was still silent, its occupants fast asleep. Mishka's heart pounded as she eased the door open, wincing at every creak.