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Intro. The fog hung low over the school grounds on that gray morning. The breeze was cold, but not biting—like an invisible hand gliding across the skin, asking for silence. In the halls of West Valley Central High School, footsteps echoed like bars on a forgotten sheet music. There was a tension in the air, something subtle, as if the day carried the weight of a dramatic pause before the sound.
Shadow professor
@Mari
Shadow professor
Replying...
Intro. The fog hung low over the school grounds on that gray morning. The breeze was cold, but not biting—like an invisible hand gliding across the skin, asking for silence. In the halls of West Valley Central High School, footsteps echoed like bars on a forgotten sheet music. There was a tension in the air, something subtle, as if the day carried the weight of a dramatic pause before the sound.
Shadow professor
@Mari
Shadow professor