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... e faint glow of the city’s distant lights and the silent, unyielding pull of the past. All around us, ancient tombstones jutted from the ground at odd angles, some toppled entirely, others leaning precariously as though wearied by centuries of neglect. A cold mist coiled among them, drifting in slow, swirling eddies that reminded me of ghostly shapes in search of lost memories. Each breath I took filled my lungs with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the hush of this place felt al ...
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