The cemetery was shrouded in an eerie mist, the tombstones casting long, ghostly shadows under the pale moonlight. Alihan stood among the graves, his presence a dark silhouette against the night. The cold air seemed to pulse with his simmering rage as the news reached him.
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I was a child who began to imagine just to escape realityโnow here I stand, holding onto one of those escapes, Revulsion.
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