Chapter 2: Whispers of Time
As the first light of day painted the sky in gentle hues of pink and gold, Poorvi found herself standing at the edge of a weathered stone bridge. Its arches, adorned with intricate carvings, stood as testaments to the passage of time—guardians of stories long forgotten.
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