33″As you turn the corner, you nearly collide with a woman stepping out of the shadows. Her pale face, framed by flowing black hair, catches the dim streetlight. "You’re curious," she murmurs, her voice like a distant echo. "That will get you killed." You blink, unsure if she is real or a figment of the night. Her lips curl into a faint, sorrowful smile. "Some doors are better left unopened." Before you can respond, she disappears into the darkness, leaving only the scent of flowers behind.
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