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Encounter With A Isolated Girl In A Obscure Room It was a ordinary Wednesday night when I chanced upon her. I had been wandering the streets for ages, striving to clear my thoughts after a long time at work. The town was alive and throbbing, but I felt disconnected from it all. As I rounded a bend, I noticed a small, plain portal tucked amidst two greater buildings. The entrance was somewhat open, and I could hear the weak melody of piano notes wafting out. Curiosity seized the best of me, and I shoved the portal open, walking into a faintly lit room. The air was thick with the aroma of ancient books and dust. A sole, unsteady candle cast spooky shadows on the walls as I worked my route further into the room. That’s when I viewed her. She was sitting on a weathered, velvet couch, her back touching the wall, and her gaze locked on some spot in front of her. She was a sight in gloom, her traits brightened only by the weak shine of the candle. Her flesh was white, and her hair was a untamed mass of black strands that fell down her spine like a stream of darkness. Meeting With A Solitary Girl In A Gloomy
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