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The Siren's Call
The phone booth, a relic of a forgotten era, sits at the bottom of the ocean, its glass walls clouded with corrosion. The ringing of the phone echoes through the watery depths, a haunting melody that seems to beckon something ancient and mysterious. The booth is illuminated by an eerie glow, casting long, dancing shadows on the sandy ocean floor, creating an unsettling atmosphere that sends shivers down your spine.
You approach the booth, each step heavier than the last, as if the water itself is resisting your advance. The phone continues to ring, its insistent tone growing louder with every step. As you reach out to answer it, you notice that the booth is not empty; a figure sits inside, its back turned to you, obscured by the steam rising from the phone's receiver. 0 reply
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