Time itself seems to pause when gazing upon ancient ruins. The worn stone whispers tales of civilizations passed, their stories inscribed within the very fabric of these weathered monuments. Each mark tells a subtle story, a fleeting glimpse into a world long past. A crumbling archway may once have been a grand entrance, welcoming rulers and the

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