Oblivion

Keen sunlight streamed through tall windows of an old library, highlighting rows of dusty, unused bookshelves. The silence was profound, disturbed only by the occasional creak of wood.

You have arrived at an unwritten chapter of this story. There is nothing here but graves and ghosts.

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