The cemetery lay shrouded in moonlight, silent except for the whispers of the wind. I moved through the shadows, a guardian unseen and unknown. Years of isolation had rendered me cold and distant, a wraith bound to these hallowed grounds. Each night, I patrolled the graves, ensuring the dead rested undisturbed. The living seldom ventured here, their fear palpable even in their absence. In the quiet darkness, I found my purpose, a solitary watcher in a forgotten place.
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