The night was thick with fog, rolling in like a dark tide across the small town of Ravenswood. The moon hung low and ominous, casting pale, flickering light over the twisted silhouette of the old Whitmore estate - an abandoned mansion that had stood silent for over two centuries. Locals whispered legends about the house, about ghostly whispers, shadowy figures, and a curse that kept anyone from ...
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