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When ghosts walk by a flickering candle, the shadows dance like playful whispers on the walls, weaving tales only the night can tell. Where every flicker is a story unfolding in the moonlit hush.
When ghosts walk by a flickering candle, the shadows dance like playful whispers on the walls, weaving tales only the night can tell. Where every flicker is a story unfolding in the moonlit hush.