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Submitted to Contest #64
For as long as anyone could recall, the house has always stood there. Entitled ‘The House’, seldom a night went by without whispered ghost stories, and nightmares that excluded it. It stood at the outskirts of the small town of Spirit, yet there always seemed to be at least one curious passerby milling around. Never strangers. The town was a tiny point on a map. Not so much a point, as a miniscule pinprick, as if several map makers with tuberculosis coughed, and a tiny droplet of blood had landed on a million maps. Everyone knew each other...
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