Chapter 02 Welcome to Meverly! Carter's POV:   "I told you, Carter, this is a shortcut!" Auselle, my Step-Mom's voice rose upward as if she was singing with a constant tone added with a hum as she happily gave out her statement, glancing back to assure herself that we were listening.   You heard me loud and clear. She is not my real mother. And that is to say...   Yes. You probably figured that out.   A newborn orphan, a homeless child who looked like a sheepskin, lying in a warm basket, covering my fragile, bare, pinkish skin with large banana leaves.   By the time I was nine, my mother had already enlightened me and told me about my unknown past. She found me outside their house. She felt bad seeing me at the time, so she had no choice but to embrace me.   And yet here I stand, Living my life to this day!   What about Ri

Chapter 04The Long Lost Key of LincolnCarter's POV: The galvanized iron roof was already chipped; mosses were growing on the paved walls. The bell was suspended under iron, and the pigments of its outer convex surface were rusted and withered. Even the old rope appeared severed and worn. I attempted to look into the well. It seemed deep, as the walls of the concave interior paving stones that advanced towards the end were enveloped in darkness. "Hello?" That was a dumb idea of me calling for someone in the well. My voice rang out. I could hear my voice bounce out of a deep well. I took one cent out of my pocket and threw it into the well. I expected to hear a coin fall on the water or on the ground, but it did not. Weird. How far is this thing headed? I- "Hmm, looks like you're having some fun..." My heart almost dropped as I heard someone talking from behind. I gasped. "Lincoln, You scared me! I thought I would fall into that pit out of fear! Jeez..." "I am sorry. I had no

Chapter 06The Curious MindsCarter's POV: When I reached the garden, I hid on the side where there were large bushy leaves, so I would not be easily noticed. I carefully kept my distance as far as possible and restrained my steps to make no unnecessary noise of rustling on the ground. The rhythm of the bell was still strong and continual. It was making a noise, but as I was getting closer to the spot to take a look, it became deafening, and I could hear it even louder. I covered my ears, but it didn't serve any purpose. The sound continued to flutter through my eardrums. I just had to stand for it. I tried to look through the brush leaves to see what Lincoln intended to do. First, he pulled the key out of the lace that was around her neck. Second, he approached the edge of the well. He knelt and bent his body to match the height of the well wall.

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