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Whispers of the Past
By Olivia Salter
Word Count: 100
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Clara stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind tousling her hair. She clutched the old locket, its cool metal a reminder of her grandmother’s stories. "Every sunset marks a new beginning," she whispered, recalling the tales of love and loss. Today, she was ready to let go. With a deep breath, she opened the locket, releasing the faded photographs into the breeze. They danced like memories, swirling into the twilight sky. Clara smiled, knowing that while the past would always linger, the future awaited her with open arms. She stepped forward.
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