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“Whispers of the Playground” - Alice, the porcelain doll in the faded red dress, sat alone in the middle of an abandoned playground. The swings creaked as though moved by invisible hands, and the rusted slide groaned in the breeze.
Some say that if you visit after dark, you’ll hear a child’s voice drifting from the empty merry-go-round, softly calling your name. Others claim they’ve seen a pale figure with glassy eyes crouching near the sandbox, clutching her tiny knees — just like Alice does now.
No one knows who first left her there or why the ground beneath the swing set always feels colder than the rest of the yard. But every visitor agrees on one thing: Alice is waiting for someone to play… and she doesn’t like being kept waiting.
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