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Whispers in the Pines at Midnight

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The moon hung pale in the sky, casting long shapes across the graveyard. A gentle breeze rustled the pines, their branches sighing like old men. An unsettling silence hung in the air, broken only by the occasional https://www.youtube.com/shorts/7aICLAEsJQk
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