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He pinned it to the Weeping Post at dawn. At dusk, the Keeper lit the lantern. Leo watched the paper curl, blacken, and lift into smoke.

“That obvious?”

“Not magic,” Nia said. “Ritual. You can’t fix what you won’t admit.” Over the next two days, Leo tried everything to avoid the Weeping Post. He helped with canoeing, ate burnt marshmallows, and even attempted the trust fall (he closed his eyes too early and hit the ground). But every time he passed the post, he felt the weight of the letter he hadn’t written. Camp Mourning Wood -v0.0.10.3- By Exiscoming

Confused, he wandered to the old dock. There stood a wooden post wrapped in twine and pinned with dozens of folded papers. Nia was already there, carefully adding a note of her own. He pinned it to the Weeping Post at dawn