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A NIGHT OF PASSION
I lay in bed the entire night, but my mind wouldn’t rest. The discovery of that old tunnel, used in wars long past, lingered in my thoughts. I hadn’t told anyone about it yet. There was something unsettling about it, especially the locked room within the tunnel. No visible lock or mechanism secured it, yet it was sealed off as though no one had entered for decades. The whole thing gnawed at me, a mystery buried beneath layers of forgotten history. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was waiting to be uncovered. Hundreds of questions swirled in my mind, none of them aligning in any sensible order. A part of me wished for some sign, a clue, anything that might lead me toward an answer. I sighed deeply, my eyes landing on the book I’d taken from my father’s study. Tossing the duvet
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