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7. 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝

Inside the Old House

The grand doors of the old house groaned as Shivangi pushed them open, the familiar smell of dust, aged wood, and cold stone greeting them like an old adversary. The sunlight filtered weakly through cracks in the high windows, casting long shadows that stretched across the marble floors like silent reminders.

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