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: EMMA: [breath] You are NOT going to believe what I found tucked away in the attic today. [pause] It was inside Grandpa’s old leather journal—the one with the [whispers] gold-leaf edges. [excitedly] It’s a map! A REAL map, hand-drawn in ink that’s faded to this beautiful, dusty brown. [pause] Look…

: EMMA: [breath] You are NOT going to believe what I found tucked away in the attic today. [pause] It was inside Grandpa’s old leather journal—the one with the [whispers] gold-leaf edges. [excitedly] It’s a map! A REAL map, hand-drawn in ink that’s faded to this beautiful, dusty brown. [pause] Look right here... [mumbles] "Past the crooked oak... under the shadow of the three stones." [laugh] It sounds like something straight out of a MOVIE, doesn't it? [with a smirk] I think it’s finally time f