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The Destination
After what felt like an eternity, they finally pulled up in front of a quaint, old house nestled in the middle of the fields. Its white paint was peeling pretty much everywhere, the shutters were worn, and the wooden front door bore the brunt of many winters. But it was beautiful in its own way, like a forgotten piece of history that held tales of yesteryears.
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