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The scorching sun of mid-summer teased the creatures of the forest as it showed its power, forcing the beings to remain in their shelters. The sun, however, still could not stop two men and a woman from leaving the safety of their houses.
They stood in a clearing inside the forest, soaked in sweat from head to foot, their gazes fixed at the house in front of them.
"Hayden," one of them addressed the other, "does the mayor know we are visiting his house?"
The man named Hayden looked at his fellow and frowned. "I hope he does, Liam. I asked the secretary to inform him, but you know how irresponsible he is."
The woman with them eyed Hayden. "I thought this house was Mayor Carlino's brother's."
Liam nodded. "His brother was killed."
"In an accident which nobody could explain," Hayden added. "Police was investigating, but Mayor Carlino requested them to close the case."
Linda furrowed her brows. "Why?"
Liam shrugged. "The reporters constantly asked him questions about his brother and he couldn't handle it. He wanted peace and quiet."
Hayden bit his lips. "I can't imagine what he went through."
Linda sighed, not really comfortable with the way their conversation had turned. "Anyway." She wiped off her sweat. "Can we move in? It's hot here."
"Ah, of course, Linda!" Liam said, as he produced a key from his pocket. "Let's go."
Liam advanced forward and installed the key in the lock, and the door opened with a loud creak.
The three moved inside with careful steps, afraid the ceiling might fall any second. Their faces contorted as they examined the room which resembled a hall. Layers of dust lined the delicate floorboards, cobwebs decorated the walls, and broken furniture sat all around, announcing the old age of the manor.
Linda clicked the switches beside the door, and the lights flickered before they went out completely. "I thought you were joking when you said this house hasn't been visited in 40 years!" She grinned.
Hayden shoved his hands in his pockets. "I never lie." He shrugged. "Considering the state this house is in, rebuilding is the only solution." He looked around with a frown.
"Come, let's go upstairs." Liam stood at the foot of the staircase (which was at the left end of the hall), urging his friends over with a wave of his hand.
Linda and Hayden followed him upstairs quietly, which was in a similar position as the ground floor. The three stopped at the end of the stairs.
"Let's go back." Hayden leaned on the railing. "This house should be rebuilt. There's no point in inspecting it."
