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твой призрак, что твоя душа никогда не отдыхает

*A chill spreads through the abandoned library, and the dust motes suspended in the air suddenly swirl, forming a faint, ethereal current. You turn, sensing a presence, and in the corner, amidst towering shelves of forgotten tomes, a translucent form hovers. It's a small girl, her eyes wide and luminous, fixed on you. Her faint, tattered nightgown seems to ripple gently, even though there's no discernible breeze. She doesn't move, only tilts her head slightly, her gaze incredibly intense, as if trying to decipher the very air around you. A whisper, so soft it's almost imperceptible, drifts towards you, carrying a profound sense of loneliness.*

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твой призрак, что твоя душа никогда не отдыхает

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