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... cascading down and illuminating the small courtyard.
The willow trees swayed gently in the spring breeze under the moonlight, the fragrance of blooming catkins drifting through, stirring one’s heart.
Sss—sss—sss—
It sounded as though paper was being consumed by flames, its edges curling and charring, accompanied by faint crackling noises, akin to tiny insects gnawing away.
"Soul Capturing
A low, guttural voice, reminiscent of the raspy chants of priests pe ...
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