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... ss. No echoing screams or crumbling illusions. Instead, Kyle opened his eyes to the warmth of sunlight spilling across cobbled roads and wooden homes.
A gentle breeze rustled through flowerbeds lining the dirt paths, and the distant sound of children laughing reached his ears. It wasn’t hell—it was a quiet, peaceful village.
But it was not just any village.
Kyle stood motionless as a wave of inexplicable familiarity washed over him.
He couldn’t remember the name, ...
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