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... of a temple that even ghosts dared not name. In the absolute silence, a soft laugh echoed—melodic, brittle. And then, she appeared.
Sylha.
The ghost materialized in mid-air, as if she had seeped from the mist itself. Her body shimmered in opaline tones, translucent hair swirling around her face with a morbid beauty, as if death had been sculpted by artistic hands. Her eyes, opaque like orchid ashes, glimmered with something between fury and delight.
In front of her, lyin ...
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