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... irdsong. Only wind that whispered through dead trees and the tolling of a cracked bell at dusk. Its people spoke in hushed tones, their eyes sunken, their steps slow.
They were waiting.
Evelyn Blackmoor arrived on the eve of the lunar eclipse, following tales of a cursed melody—a funeral song so sorrowful, it could raise the dead. It was said to echo once a decade from the crypt beneath Bleakhaven’s ruined cathedral.
The locals called it The Elegy for the Damned.
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