The night was , with a pale moon barely piercing through the swirling fog in the abandoned graveyard. Every breath took felt heavy, as if the air itself was thick with the weight of forgotten souls. The path ahead, lined with crumbling tombstones, seemed to beneath the shifting shadows. As stepped through the rusted gate, a sudden echoed through the graveyard. The hairs on the back of
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