Chasing Ghosts in Golden Light

The sun/horizon/sky blew a fiery orange/red/crimson across the fields/woods/meadows, casting long, dancing/shifting/wavering shadows. A gentle breeze/wind/current rustled through the leaves/grass/bushes, whispering secrets only the night/darkness/gloom could understand/hear/keep. With a get more info heavy/trepidatious/eager heart, I stepped into t

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