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Miranda Fletcher clutched her scarf tighter as fog rolled across the moonlit cemetery. The ancient headstones cast long shadows, their weathered faces barely visible in the ethereal light. Something rustled in the overgrown grass behind her, and her breath caught in her throat.
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いいね数
12
12
マーク数
22
22
共有数
1
1
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91
91