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8. 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

Shivangi rose slowly.

The old house seemed to respond to her movement, shadows slipping closer, wrapping around her like a living crown. They clung to her shoulders, pooled at her feet, as if the darkness itself recognized her claim. For a moment, no one spoke. No one breathed.

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