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The night was unusually cold for late October, the kind of chill that settled deep into your bones and made you wish you'd never dared to step outside. The moon was a thin crescent, barely casting any light over the abandoned farmhouse on the outskirts of Millbrook. The place had been a local legend for decades - an eerie shell of a building, riddled with peeling paint, broken windows, and ...
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