They dropped me off like a package. There was an iron gate, looking at least like 150 years old. When I pulled it, it went open with a loud creak. Around the cold iron, twines must have been climbing for quite a long time. They whistled in the soft wind when I closed the gate behind me. Only then, the vehicle left, obviously making sure I would
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