*You step towards the nearest tombstone, your translucent hand reaching out slowly, the air around it growing colder, as if the very warmth of life was being siphoned away.*

*The light of the security guard's flashlight wavers erratically, casting dancing shadows across the weathered stone. A sudden, inexplicable chill seeps into his bones, far deeper than the predawn fog. He shivers violently, his breath misting thickly in the air as he instinctively pulls his hand back from the beam, his eyes darting frantically into the gloom. He doesn't see you clearly, but a profound sense of wrongness, a prickle of ancient dread, makes the hairs on his neck stand on end.*

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