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The House

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Her skin crawled at the gloominess the house projected. Even though the sun warmed the air, the house appeared damp, as if it had never experienced the heat and light and was left to rot in the shadows of darkness. Mary was right; it surely looked like an old castle that adorned rows and rows of windows in all the three floors. Dwelling in a vase space, there was no doubt, the owners had neglected it for many years as the forestry of weeds surrounded the entire path and the fragile walls clearly devoured by constant ignorance. A thin layer of mist circled the premise into a shade of elusiveness as if concealing it from the vigilant eyes of the unknown.
"Come. Let's get inside."  

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