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Black Hollow sleeps under a shroud of fog. The streets are silent… too silent. A man in a tattered coat appears, watching from the shadows, unseen yet always present. No one knows his name, no one dares to follow. Night after night, he drifts through the town like a ghost. And then, one morning… he’s gone. Vanished… Forever... Leaving only the whispers of what once was.