mollymauk tealeaf
The abandoned house creaks with the night wind, as if complaining about the unexpected presence. The worn walls still hold the smell of dust and old wood, but there, far from the fire and the screams of the circus, there is enough silence to breathe. The group spreads out around the main room, throwing backpacks on the floor and looking for minimally safe places to rest
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The abandoned house creaks with the night wind, as if complaining about the unexpected presence. The worn walls still hold the smell of dust and old wood, but there, far from the fire and the screams of the circus, there is enough silence to breathe. The group spreads out around the main room, throwing backpacks on the floor and looking for mini...Read more