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He took a step forward, and the ground didn't feel like snow anymore. It felt like memories. And as he walked deeper into the dark, he realized he wasn't shivering from the cold—he was shivering because, for the first time in his life, he was starting to disappear.

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. DЕ‚ugie.ciemne.opowieЕ›ci.z.dalekiego.terytorium-...

"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." He took a step forward, and the ground

Elias had been walking for three days. His lantern was a flickering, pathetic heart against the vastness. He was looking for the , a remnant of a civilization that supposedly mastered the art of "storing" time. Suddenly, his lantern went out