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Submitted to Contest #285
I remember the first time we saw the house. Dale was the one who found it. He had his heart set on moving out of the cityβon finding somewhere quiet for us to raise Theo. Away from the noise, the pollution, the rush of everything that calloused folks around us. The house sat on a patch of land that seemed to have been forgotten by time itself. It was an old two-story farmhouse, sagging under the weight of years, its wood greyed and splintered. It leaned slightly to the left when you looked at it from the road, as if it were tired...
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