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The small bridge didn’t even have handrails. Looking out under the illumination of the car lights shining on the road, there was a river on both sides of the bridge. The light was dim, making the river pitch black at night. Plus, with not a soul around, it was easy to imagine some terrifying scenes.
As if to amplify the creepy atmosphere, occasional calls of a crow echoed, sounding chilling.
After driving along a winding mountain road for an hour, with Scarlett Yates’ ...
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