Whispers on the Windswept Terrace

The breeze carried fragile whispers across the exposed terrace. A shiver flew down my spine as I attempted to decipher. The worn stones buzzed with a mysterious energy. Perhaps it was the emptiness of the place, or the shadowy figures that flickered at the corner of my gaze. My arms trembled as I reached for a crumbling stone, its surface jagged.

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