Yura sat in the dusty corner of his grandfather’s attic, his fingers tracing the spine of a battered paperback. The cover showed a group of boys with slingshots and mischievous grins. It was a Yuri Tretyakov collection, the kind of book his father always spoke about with a nostalgic glint in his eye.
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"You can't just find these anywhere anymore," his dad had complained. "They don't make adventures like The Knight from the 5th Grade or The Mystery of the Old Tower for kids today. It’s all wizards and robots now." He finished the last chapter by the light