
The night was unnaturally quiet.
Outside Anviโs window, the city lights blinked like distant stars, blurred by the misty glass she hadnโt cleaned in days. Her diary lay open on the desk, pages fluttering under the breeze of the ceiling fan.

The night was unnaturally quiet.
Outside Anviโs window, the city lights blinked like distant stars, blurred by the misty glass she hadnโt cleaned in days. Her diary lay open on the desk, pages fluttering under the breeze of the ceiling fan.
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