5″You shouldn’t have come. The words weren’t spoken. They curled inside your mind like a whisper from the past. You turned, your breath shallow. The shrine was empty. No footprints. No sign that she had ever been there. The wind stirred, colder now. A feeling crept over you - something forgotten, just out of reach. Then, softer, just behind you - Leave, before you remember why you came.
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