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It started on a chilly October evening, just as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the small town of Ravenswood. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant hum of crickets. The town was the sort of place where everyone knew everyone, where secrets were buried beneath layers of quaint charm and old stories. But beneath that veneer of simplicity ...
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