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... istines, the wind felt different. It was not strong. It was not cold. But it was full of unspoken whispers. Shadows seemed to dance softly with the breeze, carrying messages from another world, awakening a curiosity about what lay hidden behind the darkness.
Amidst the rustling leaves and the sighing wind, another voice seemed to infiltrate, a voice that reminded one of longing and uncertainty, penetrating every corner of the night's solitude. The faint moonlight pierced ...
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