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... arnel, a place filled with the damp aroma of old books, as if every shelf held a thousand secrets and forgotten memories. The sound of the wind rustled through the cracked windows, creating a mournful melody that added to the eerie atmosphere. Dusty tables, toppled bookshelves, and abandoned scrolls reinforced the sense of solitude. Shadows moved gently, dancing on the faded walls, creating an illusion of lost life. Yet one blank sheet remained—one untouched page, unmarked by time or will.
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