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Nova and Silas, two urban explorers with a taste for the forgotten, stood before the imposing gates of Blackwood Asylum. Rust-eaten iron groaned in the wind, a silent warning they eagerly ignored. "Ready for some real history, Silas?" Nova whispered, her camera clutched tight.

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