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Whispers in the Pines at Midnight

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The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting long shapes across the graveyard. A chilly breeze rustled the pines, their branches creaking like old men. An unsettling silence hung in the air, broken only by the rhythmic https://hannahktj032608.wikicarrier.com/user

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