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The air hangs heavy with memories, a palpable presence in this ancient place. It's as if the very stones whisper tales of bygone eras, of lives lived and lost, of triumphs and tragedies that have long faded from common knowledge. Shards of a forgotten civilization lie scattered about, offering tantalizing glimpses into their customs and beliefs. On