rémanence en anglais
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Last published Tue, Jun 3, 2025
*"There was something strange about this town, but I had never really paid attention... until a girl, appearing out of nowhere, stopped me with a worried look. 'You noticed it too?' she asked. Everything in me wanted to say no, but deep down, I was already doubting. She slowly walked away, murmuring one last sentence that sent shivers down my spine: 'Don't talk to them... they're watching.'"*
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