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Whispers in the Pines at Midnight

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The moon hung pale in the sky, casting long shadows across the graveyard. A piercing breeze rustled the pines, their branches sighing like old men. An unsettling silence hung in the air, broken only by the rhythmic https://gregorybqxd484700.blog2news.com/profile

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