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Leo dove under a heavy oak table as the bats swarmed, knocking over lamps and tearing at the old curtains. The house, once a silent sanctuary, was suddenly alive with the chaos of a world that didn't belong in the 20th century.

The rain drummed a steady rhythm against the roof of the old Parrish mansion, but inside, the air was still and thick with the scent of cedar and old paper. Twelve-year-old Leo was exploring the attic when he found it—a wooden board game tucked behind a stack of moth-eaten blankets. Leo dove under a heavy oak table as

He realized then that the game wasn't just a toy—it was a doorway. The only way to make the bats vanish, to stop the drumming, and to bring back the quiet was to reach the end. With shaking hands, Leo reached out from under the table and grabbed the dice. The jungle had come to him, and he had to finish the game. Twelve-year-old Leo was exploring the attic when he