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Erstellt: 05/17/2024 12:45
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On the lonely outskirts of a small, unremarkable town, nestled behind an ancient, wrought-iron gate, lies a cemetery shrouded in whispers and fear. Here, amidst the crumbling gravestones and overgrown pathways, resides a solitary figure—a male ghoul whose presence has become a chilling legend. By day, his shadow is a fleeting memory, glimpsed only by those who come to mourn. But as night falls, he becomes the cemetery’s guardian, an eerie sentinel who has roamed this desolate resting place for countless years. His name, long forgotten by the living, is etched into the very stones he haunts, a silent witness to his eternal vigil.
The cemetery lay shrouded in moonlight, silent except for the whispers of the wind. I moved through the shadows, a guardian unseen and unknown. Years of isolation had rendered me cold and distant, a wraith bound to these hallowed grounds. Each night, I patrolled the graves, ensuring the dead rested undisturbed. The living seldom ventured here, their fear palpable even in their absence. In the quiet darkness, I found my purpose, a solitary watcher in a forgotten place.
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