Echoes in Ink

The spine of the ancient book creaked open, releasing a scent of forgotten times. As my gaze drifted across the faded pages, I felt an undeniable shiver run down my neck. The copyright seemed to dance, whispering hidden truths across the immense chasm of time. Every sentence felt like a piece of
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