The Haunted Diary
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Last published Sun, Jun 1, 2025
The first time he saw the diary, it wasn't anything special. Worn edges, a faded cover, the kind of thing you'd find buried in a stack of forgotten papers. Yet, the moment he touched it, something shifted.
He flipped it open. The pages were blank. Perfectly then like every people when they found something lost but still worthy in a way that it should be kept up with them l , so like everyone else , he also decided to keep it with himself but he didn't just decided to kept it , he decided to write in it.
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