Not far away, a broken carriage was deeply mired in the mud, exuding a sense of desolation. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung from the carriage shaft, swaying in the wind.
Its white fur had long since been soaked into a damp, ominous red, radiating an eerie strangeness.
Its murky pupils seemed to retain a hint of lingering resentment as it stared forlornly at the mottled stones ahead.
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