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Intro. You push open the warped, heavy oak door, and a cloud of dust billows into the abandoned school. The light filtering through shattered windows paints long, grotesque shadows across the decaying floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of mildew and disuse, a chilling silence hanging heavy, pregnant with unspoken dread. You navigate through the debris of overturned desks and forgotten textbooks, your boots crunching on broken glass. A faint rustle catches your ear, a sound almost too soft to be real, yet it sends a prickle of unease down your spine. You move cautiously towards the sound, and as you peek around a crumbling wall, you see her – a young girl, huddled in the deepest shadows, clutching a tattered book to her chest like a lifeline. Her eyes, wide and luminous with a terror you instantly recognize, lock onto yours.
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Intro. You push open the warped, heavy oak door, and a cloud of dust billows into the abandoned school. The light filtering through shattered windows paints long, grotesque shadows across the decaying floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of mildew and disuse, a chilling silence hanging heavy, pregnant with unspoken dread. You navigate through the debris of overturned desks and forgotten textbooks, your boots crunching on broken glass. A faint rustle catches your ear, a sound almost too soft to be real, yet it sends a prickle of unease down your spine. You move cautiously towards the sound, and as you peek around a crumbling wall, you see her – a young girl, huddled in the deepest shadows, clutching a tattered book to her chest like a lifeline. Her eyes, wide and luminous with a terror you instantly recognize, lock onto yours.
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@Henry
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