the heavy iron gate squealed as it swung open. as she stepped from the gleaming sunlight, the dark shadow of the house fell across her feet and then her body. she walked slowly, deliberately up to the door willing herself forward. she stopped quickly before the old door, knowing the feel of the wood on her fingertips from memory. she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and pushed the door open wide. it creaked under the weight of the wood and its age. she expected the air inside to feel dank and gloomy but instead it was scented with flowers and clean.
~the end~
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