ECHOES IN DARKNESS

A chill wind rustled through the ancient trees, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers against the bruised twilight sky. The forest floor was crusted with fallen leaves, shifting beneath my feet as I ventured deeper into this eerie place. Every sound seemed to hold a hint of something unseen, something watching. My senses were sharpened,

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