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Approaching Gamlehaugen, the regal castle gleamed under starlight, casting mysterious shadows across expansive gardens. Sarah pushed open the grand iron gates, creaking softly into the silent night. Emily whispered nervously, sensing they were nearing the truth.

Inside the castle, antique portraits watched quietly from ornate frames, eyes seemingly following their movements. Maximillian carefully observed the paintings, suddenly pausing at one depicting a curious scene: children searching excitedly for Easter eggs beneath Bergen’s landmarks. «Look closely,» he murmured, «this painting holds another clue.»

Sarah gently touched the painting, discovering a hidden compartment behind the canvas. Her fingers withdrew a tiny silver key, engraved intricately with images of fish. Emily’s eyes widened excitedly. «Fish—the clue must lead us to the Fish Market.»

Without delay, they hurried from Gamlehaugen through empty streets toward Bergen’s vibrant heart. Maximillian knew the Fish Market, bustling by day, would now lie silent, awaiting them quietly beneath dimmed streetlights.

Their pace quickened, excitement building with each step. Bergen’s mysteries were unraveling quickly, each clue drawing them closer to an unexpected Easter surprise.

The ferry sliced quietly through moonlit waters toward Lysøen Island, the mysterious silhouette of Ole Bull’s villa emerging from darkness. Maximillian, Sarah, and Emily stood at the railing, watching the strange shapes of twisted trees swaying gently in the night breeze. Their hearts quickened in anticipation of the clue hidden somewhere ahead.

Landing softly on the shore, the trio approached the villa cautiously, drawn toward lights flickering faintly within. Sarah pointed toward a side entrance left ajar, inviting them silently forward. They slipped inside unnoticed, curiosity guiding every careful step through dimly lit hallways.

In the grand music room, beneath crystal chandeliers casting shimmering reflections, Emily discovered a familiar blue ribbon neatly tied around an ornate violin. «Someone wants us here,» she whispered, cautiously lifting the instrument to reveal another cryptic note tucked beneath.

Sarah quickly read aloud, «Music’s key unlocks the way, to a place where past memories stay.» Maximillian nodded thoughtfully, pointing eastward through the villa’s tall windows. «Gamlehaugen,» he declared confidently, «where history and secrets surely remain.»

Leaving the island swiftly, their minds raced with excitement. Gamlehaugen awaited them, a majestic castle filled with untold mysteries and clues bringing them ever closer to solving Bergen’s great Easter enigma.

They journeyed swiftly across Bergen, preparing to ascend Mount Ulriken. The sky darkened slightly, hints of twilight beginning to dance along the horizon. Maximillian urged them on, determined to find the egg before nightfall.

Ascending Ulriken was challenging; steep paths and cold winds slowed their progress. But the trio remained resolute, encouraging each other, driven by mystery and curiosity.

Finally, reaching Ulriken’s summit, they saw an old stone throne-like structure, referred to by locals as the king’s seat. At its base lay scattered ribbons, identical to previous fragments. Sarah picked one up, recognizing their consistency.

Emily discovered another note, slightly torn and hastily written: «Almost solved, but not yet done—head now quickly toward the sunken one.» Maximillian nodded knowingly, looking westward. «Lysøen Island,» he declared firmly.

Night descended softly upon Bergen, city lights twinkling below like countless stars. Their journey to Lysøen would be next, secrets still hidden in shadows, awaiting discovery.

Quickly descending from Mount Fløyen, they journeyed toward Troldhaugen, Edvard Grieg’s historic home. Reaching the dark entrance of a cave nearby, Maximillian flicked on his flashlight, illuminating mysterious tunnels snaking inward.

Their steps echoed softly through narrow, rocky paths. Emily traced marks carved subtly into cave walls. «This must be the puzzle hinted at earlier,» she whispered. Maximillian examined closely, noticing the carvings resembled musical notes.

Sarah hummed thoughtfully, her melodic voice echoing gently. «Perhaps if we follow these notes, we’ll find our clue.» Together they deciphered the musical puzzle, following twists and turns deeper underground.

Finally, they reached a chamber bathed in faint golden light. Inside stood an ornate pedestal, upon it another note: «The Golden Egg awaits at the king’s seat, where seven hills and waters meet.»

Maximillian pondered aloud, «The king’s seat—Ulriken! It’s Bergen’s highest mountain.» Sarah and Emily exchanged excited glances, knowing the adventure was far from over.

Outside the tower, Emily spotted a figure disappearing quickly toward Fløibanen station. «They’re heading to Mount Fløyen,» she declared, running after the shadowy stranger. Maximillian and Sarah exchanged quick nods and chased after her.

The steep tramway carried them rapidly upward, offering breathtaking glimpses of Bergen’s rooftops bathed in sunlight. At the mountain’s top, among tall pine trees, they noticed something peculiar—Easter eggs scattered oddly along hidden pathways.

Carefully, Sarah picked up an egg and examined it. «It’s empty, but look here—another ribbon fragment.» She held up a blue ribbon identical to the one Emily found earlier. Maximillian nodded, piecing clues together silently.

Following the eggs, they reached a secluded clearing overlooking Bergen. In its center lay a small, handwritten note. Sarah picked it up, reading aloud, «Solve the riddles or Easter joy ends; the next clue waits where daylight bends.»

Maximillian smiled confidently. «Where daylight bends,» he repeated thoughtfully. «That must mean somewhere underground.» Emily’s eyes sparkled with realization. «The Troldhaugen caves,» she whispered, excitement in her voice.