The old mill stood at the edge of the city, its once bustling machinery now silent, left to rust and decay. The moonlight filtered through the broken windows, casting eerie shadows on the cracked concrete floor. Meera Desai stood at the entrance, her breath visible in the cold night air. The place felt like a remnant of a bygone era—abandoned, forgotten, much like the secrets she was about to uncover.
Her footsteps echoed in the vast, empty space as she walked deeper into the mill. The sound of dripping water and the occasional rustle of rodents were the only signs of life. She clutched her jacket tighter around her, the chill of the night seeping into her bones. Her senses were on high alert; she knew this meeting could change everything.
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