Heart of stone
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Shadows stretched across the floor, and the silence was oppressive.
Then, a voice broke the quiet.
“Greetings, May,” it said, smooth and low, resonating from the darkness.
May froze, her eyes darting towards the source of the voice. A figure emerged from the shadows—tall, lean, and calm, with piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her.
“Who are you?” she demanded, her voice trembling slightly but edged with defiance.
The figure stepped forward, revealing a face she didn’t recognize—yet somehow felt familiar, like a ghost from her past. “I’m someone who knows the truth,” he said softly. “And I’ve been watching you.”