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At first, I thought he was waiting for someone, but when I passed by, he turned to follow. I quickened my pace, and so did he. My heart raced as I ducked into a nearby shop, hoping to lose him. But when I stepped out, there he was—smiling, waiting, like he knew exactly where I’d be.
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Once upon a time, in a distant village, there was a house that no one could remember the name of. The house had been abandoned…
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