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Suddenly, his lantern went out. Not because the oil ran dry, but because the flame simply decided to stop burning. In that absolute, crushing blackness, a voice spoke—not from the air, but from the very center of his own mind.

"You brought so much regret with you, traveler," the voice rasped, sounding like dry leaves skittering over stone. "It's heavy. Why not leave it here? The Territory has plenty of room for more ghosts." DЕ‚ugie.ciemne.opowieЕ›ci.z.dalekiego.terytorium-...

The air in the Far Territory didn't just carry the cold; it carried the silence of things forgotten. You don’t come here for the scenery; you come here because the world behind you ran out of room for your secrets. Suddenly, his lantern went out