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Chapter 52: Ghost(2)
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... p> The morning air stirred gently with the rhythm of birdsong, like a lullaby too proud to whisper.
The sun had only just begun its climb, casting long golden rays over dew-kissed rooftops and cobblestone paths, breathing life into the waking town.
Mirrors was quiet as always, yet today, that quiet carried a peculiar edge.
A polished black carriage rolled into town, its presence regal and immediate.
Silver-tipped wheels clattered against stone, and violet banners ...
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