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Once the beach’s laughter and bonfires were swallowed behind a thick wall of fog, the world changed, as if the very air had been steeped in memory. The sand turned to a path of compacted earth, ringed by skeletal trunks whose branches clawed at the sky like blackened hands. Fallen stone markers jutted from the ground. Every step the group took was swallowed by silence, save for the soft crunch of leaf-litter and the distant creak of timber.
Shaurya walked at the head. His expressio ...
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