All She Wanted To Be Was You.
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Amidst the foggy abandoned mansion Cass Wilde stood in a once a priced jewel of the last generation. With a lamp in hand, she continually stepped on the creaking termite infested wooden boards held loosely by rusty nails hoping to finally locate the object that was once hidden and soon will be unravel.
It was early morning yet peculiarly dark. The dew had just set on the leaves of a nearby crawling plant that extends further than the frame of the old french doors that were once gleaming white, with only a little candle wax left she hurried, feet pattering and the hem of her summer dress waving from side to side.
Turning around a corner her dim light gleamed at a huge blood red door Cass grinned knowing that her long tiring journey for justice would soon come to an end.
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