Going inside
They carried their bags inside, the old wooden floor creaking under their steps. The cabin smelled like musky wood and aged books, a scent that carried both comfort and mystery. A fireplace stood firmly against the far wall, stacked logs beside it, waiting to be lit. The furniture was minimal: a worn-out couch, a wooden table, and a bed in the corner. It wasn’t much, but it promised simplicity, exactly what they had envisioned.
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