Murmurs from the Graveyard

A chill wind whistled through the ancient oaks that bordered the graveyard. The wan moonlight illuminated the crumbling headstones in an eerie shimmer. Footsteps echoed softly on the wet earth, sending shudders down my nerves. I clutched closer to the weathered inscription on a nearby grave. Might it be true? The copyright seemed to pulsate before

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