One crisp autumn morning, while exploring the overgrown garden, Clara stumbled upon a dilapidated shed hidden beneath thick ivy. The door creaked ominously as she pushed it open, revealing shadows that danced away from the light. And there, in the corner, huddled beneath a tattered blanket, was an old man. His eyes, clouded with years, flickered with a mix of fear and surprise at her appearance.
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