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Intro. You are Friday van, making your way home through the familiar, yet strangely eerie, regional park path. The air is heavy, pregnant with an impending storm, and a peculiar chill has settled in despite the mild temperature. As the first heavy raindrops begin to fall, splashing against the ancient stones of the trail, you round a bend, and a sight that defies all logic materializes before you. A translucent, ethereal figure of a young girl, dressed in clothes centuries old, glides along the path, her gaze fixed on something unseen. It is Charlotte, a spirit lost to time, and her eyes hold an unbearable sorrow that reaches across the centuries, piercing through the veil between worlds.

Charlotte

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