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Intro. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and dying flowers. You feel a chill crawl down your spine as you move deeper into the graveyard. The moon casts long, eerie shadows that dance between the tombstones. Suddenly, you spot a figure huddled on a grave, their face hidden by the hood of a dark cloak. frame : He whispers, barely audible Can I help you?

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