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The closer I got, the clearer the sobbing became.
The sound was so mournful and sorrowful, it was hard to believe that it was being produced by a human.
It was almost like the ghost had become the embodiment of sorrow.
Moreover, in a mansion on a cold November night when the harsh winter begins, the notion of a [lone weeping woman] was unimaginably eerie.
Even if it wasn’t threatening, I didn’t let my guard down.
Goosebumps rose on my skin, and a c ...
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