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The retired path beneath the lake was unlike anything they had encountered. Not gravestone or earth, but memory made solid. Each step echoed not just in sound, but in time — whispers of the once brushing their minds like forgotten songs.
By jojoThe retired path beneath the lake was unlike anything they had encountered. Not gravestone or earth, but memory made solid. Each step echoed not just in sound, but in time — whispers of the once brushing their minds like forgotten songs.