You turn your attention to the encrypted note on the table. Your fingers itch with anticipation as you reach out, the texture of the wrinkled paper rough beneath your fingertips. The enigmatic script stretches across the page, a tapestry of curls and loops interwoven with deliberate and meticulously crafted precision. A faint scent of ink, tinged with an aged smokiness, wafts up as you lean in to examine the code more closely. Your forehead creases as the puzzle consumes you, drowning out the whispers and shuffles of your friends.
The room seems to hold its breath, the air thick with anticipation, as you run your fingers along the complex pattern of letters, attempting to divine the arcane message. It dawns on you that the note has been written in a polyalphabetic cipher, seemingly imbued with ominous intent. The letters seem to vibrate beneath your touch, their meaning swirling just out of reach. A bead of sweat drips down your forehead, time slipping through your fingers like sand through an hourglass, excruciating seconds melting into minutes.
As you continue to decode the message, you realize it forms a series of instructions: 'Seven of hearts shall reveal the hidden entrance.' An involuntary gasp escapes your lips, and you hurriedly look back at your friends, their eagerness mirrored in your own realization. The thrill of discovery surges through your veins, the taste of triumph tantalizingly close. They look to you for guidance, anticipation heavy in the air.
Despite the excitement of finding another clue, the oppressive weight of the dwindling time threatens to crush your spirits. Your heart races, each echoing thud demanding urgency. The shadows encroach further as the minutes tick away, taunting your attempts to escape. With three clues in hand, you consider your next move, the urgency palpable.
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