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Last week, my stepfather tried to force me to sell my shares in the company. He offered $5 million cash. I refused. Then he threatened to expose my past. Little did he know, I had evidence of his own secrets. Sometimes karma works in mysterious ways.

Sarah watched him from across the café, her training kicking in automatically. His movements were too precise, too measured for a casual customer. She noticed the slight bulge under his jacket – amateur mistake. Her mind calculated three possible escape routes while her fingers casually wrapped around her coffee cup.

Deep in the forest, Alex discovers an abandoned laboratory. Machines hum quietly in the darkness. She carefully collects glowing crystals from a broken container, storing them in her backpack. Suddenly, footsteps echo from the corridor. Time to move.

Back in 1947, on the Miller family farm in Harvest County, strange lights would appear in the cornfields every full moon. The family's German Shepherd would bark frantically at nothing, and their cattle refused to graze in the eastern pasture. Something wasn't right.

A woman drives home late at night, noticing headlights following her every turn. Pulling into her garage, she hurries inside, double-checking the locks. The doorbell rings. Through the peephole, she sees her own car's headlights still on. She never turned them off.

I've seen something similar in the northern villages. The mushi there feed on memories, gathering in the shadows of old houses. Your symptoms suggest they've already taken root. We should begin treatment before the next moonrise.

Listen carefully to what I'm about to tell you. Behind closed doors, in rooms where decisions shape nations, something unprecedented happened. Not in headlines, not in speeches, but in the shadows where real power moves. This changed everything, and now you'll know why.

And there it was, suspended in the void. The third marker, a beacon of some forgotten civilization. Our instruments detected patterns, rhythms in its surface. Not random. Not natural. A message waiting millennia to be found.