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From their hiding spot, they saw two shadowy figures talking quietly, clearly unaware of being overheard. «The children will soon give up,» one whispered harshly. «The egg is safely hidden at Rosenkrantz Tower.» Maximillian’s eyes widened in surprise.

As the strangers left, the trio emerged cautiously, breathing a sigh of relief. «Rosenkrantz Tower,» Emily whispered excitedly, unfolding their own map again. «We must hurry; perhaps the egg is still there.»

They swiftly navigated through Bryggen’s crowded streets, quickly reaching Bergenhus Fortress. The ancient tower loomed over them, imposing yet inviting them into its mysterious halls. Emily pointed upwards, seeing faint movements at the tower’s top window.

Sarah quickly took the lead, pushing open the heavy wooden door, its hinges squealing. Inside, spiral stone staircases wound upward endlessly. Maximillian urged his friends forward, confident they were closer to the egg—and the truth.

At the highest floor, a single chamber awaited them, dark and foreboding. Inside, they found only a solitary feather, shimmering oddly golden under Emily’s flashlight. «Someone was here,» Maximillian concluded grimly, «and recently.»

Sarah examined the empty podium closely, noticing small footprints in the mud nearby. «They’re small enough to be a child’s,» she said thoughtfully. Maximillian knelt, tracing the footprints carefully, noticing they led toward the old merchant buildings.

Emily held up a fragment of bright blue ribbon she’d found on the ground, carefully tucked between wooden planks. «Could belong to whoever took the egg,» she speculated quietly. The trio exchanged knowing glances, their curiosity intensifying.

Following the trail, they found themselves between historic houses leaning crookedly together like old friends whispering secrets. Maximillian pointed at one slightly open door, its old hinges creaking gently in the morning breeze. They stepped cautiously inside, their hearts beating faster.

The dimly lit room was musty, dust floating through streams of sunlight. On a wooden table lay an old parchment map, marked with strange symbols. Emily traced the symbols, murmuring, «This looks like a puzzle.»

Suddenly, voices approached from outside, making the trio jump. «Quick, hide,» Maximillian whispered, ushering Sarah and Emily behind crates stacked against the wall. They held their breath as footsteps entered the room.

Maximillian awoke early, his excitement bubbling like a pot of cocoa on a winter morning. Easter had always been special in Bergen, especially with the famous egg hunt at Bryggen. He quickly dressed and dashed downstairs, greeting Sarah and Emily, who were already waiting with their bright, eager eyes.

«Today’s the day,» Sarah grinned, holding up a neatly folded map she’d prepared. «The annual Easter egg hunt promises to be full of surprises.» Emily adjusted her hat, smiling quietly, ready as always for the adventure ahead.

They hurried out onto the cobblestone streets, passing colorful wooden houses illuminated softly by the early sunlight. Arriving at Bryggen, they found crowds already forming, children laughing, parents chatting warmly. But something was off—people were murmuring anxiously, pointing toward an empty podium.

The trio approached the gathering crowd, overhearing fragments of concerned whispers. «The Golden Egg,» someone said worriedly, «has disappeared overnight.» Maximillian’s heart quickened; the Golden Egg was the centerpiece of the hunt, containing the legendary reward.

Exchanging determined glances, Maximillian, Sarah, and Emily knew this was more than a simple game. «We have a mystery to solve,» Emily whispered resolutely. Without another word, they began searching for clues at the scene.