Whispers on Paper

The gentle murmuring of turning pages filled the still room. Each fold in the paper held a story, a tantalizing echo of moments long gone. Ink, once vibrant, now faded, hinted at the flow of time. A lonely sheet, adrift from its counterpart, lay weightless on the desk. It beckoned me closer, a mute plea to reveal its hidden depths. The air hung hea

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