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By @dpetkovich


At the edge of a forest of tall, dark pines and the entrance to rolling fields of golden wheat, stood a house unconcerned with the world. The faded red paint chipped and cracked, the spine of the black shingled roof sagged inwards like that of a cranky crone, and yet still, the defiant old house stood.

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