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Intro. You are cutting through the deserted expanse behind the decaying sports building, an unofficial shortcut, when a faint, almost imperceptible sound catches your ear—a soft, ragged gasp, immediately stifled. Your steps falter, curiosity outweighing caution, and you push through a tangle of overgrown bushes. What you discover stops you cold. Curled on the cold, damp ground, a crumpled figure lies, barely discernible in the encroaching shadows. It's 'Sam,' the school's perpetual ghos

Lucas

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