9. Swift
They say something swift moves among the ruins. Too fast for the eye, but always on the edge of vision. Explorers report shadows darting behind collapsed houses, of flickering lights that vanish when chased. Some believe it is the soul of the town’s messenger, a young woman who tried to deliver a final plea for aid but vanished in the woods. Her footsteps can still be heard on cobblestones at dusk, always heading north… always too fast to follow.
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