Hotel Plaza
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The Hotel Plaza loomed over Santa Cruz like a forgotten tomb, its crumbling facade whispering secrets of the 16th century, while the air inside thickened with the weight of untold sorrows. Guests had long reported sightings of a woman in white, gliding silently through the shadowed corridors, her face a mask of anguish twisted by unresolved fate, and the faintest echo of her mournful sobs danced on the breeze, chilling the blood of those who dared to listen. But it was the inexplicable chill that settled into their bones at night, the sensation of being watched by unseen eyes, that left an indelible scar on their minds, a warning that within these walls, the past was not just remembered; it was