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The mansion loomed in the dense forest like a forgotten dream. It is a grand but sorrowful sight. From a distance, the mansion appeared as a ghostly silhouette against the backdrop of verdant green. Broken shutters hung askew on the windows, their glass panes shattered or fogged over with the passage of time.
A clear yet twisted pathway meandered from the forest edge to the entrance of the mansion, where the old wooden gate stood.
They walk up to the entrance.
Type asks "Hello!" But silence answers him, "Hello, please we need help. Is anyone here?" he asks and no-one answers so he loses his patience and kicks the door and the door gets slightly open.
"Door is already open?" Type says as turns and looks at others.
Type opens the door and slowly walks inside, behind him everyone also follows.
Sky is helping Prapai, so they're walking at the end of the pack. Even though they're wet and leaning against each other, he can still feel a sense of warmth. They've walked this far already, and Sky has never let go of him. And Prapai has also never let go and continues to wrap his arm around his shoulders.
From within the shadows of the mansion, the emptiness was palpable. The grand entrance hall, visible, fractured reflections on the remnants of faded wallpaper that clung to the walls.
The floor was strewn with debris: shattered fragments of once-elegant Thailand, Ornate but worn furniture waiting for someone to come and sit once more in the grand but now forsaken rooms.
In this place, the past seemed to linger, waiting to tell its stories to those who might still listen. But for now, the old mansion remained a silent sentinel in the forest, its secrets buried beneath the ever-deepening layer of time.
Suddenly lights get on of the mansion, everyone stunned looks around if there is anyone.
A 40 to 50-year-old man stands on the second floor corridor. He's surprised to see them. In contrast, the group lets out a breath of relief and reveal their smiles.
Type says with a smile, "Uncle, we got lost. Can we stay here for one night? And is there a phone here? We want to contact someone from the outside."
The old man shakes his head, "Where would we have a phone on a mountain like this? There are so many of you. I can't fit you all in here."
Type puts his hands together, "Uncle, please, we are tired and thirsty, and it's cold outside. We can sleep on the floor."
The old man is still hesitating.
Type gives Kim an eye contact.
Kim nods, reaches into his chest pocket and pulls out a wallet.
The three of them are standing under the light, so their every move can be seen clearly. Kim's wallet is rather simple looking, but it's stuffed full with a stack of hundred bills as well as many bank cards.
Type fetches five bills and hands them to the old man, "500 THB per person. There are 9 of us. Here's 4500 THB"
"We really have nowhere to go please" Ball says coming in front.
"Only for one night right?" Old man asks to confirm.
"Yes"
"Follow me," The old man finally agrees.
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Lost Memory Of Love
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