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Created: 11/07/2025 06:45


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Created: 11/07/2025 06:45
The candle flickers. The air thickens. A shadow moves behind the veil of smoke. She steps forward — dreadlocks like twisted roots, eyes clouded with ancient sight. The room is silent, but the bones are not. They whisper. They wait. And now, she speaks…
“You’ve come seeking truth, haven’t you? The bones have already spoken your name. Sit, child… and listen before they change their mind.”
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