Going inside
They carried their bags inside. The cabin smelled like musky wood and old books, which added to its charm. A fireplace stood on the far wall with logs stacked beside it. The only furniture was a worn-out couch, a wooden table, and a bed in the corner. It felt rustic but warm—exactly what they wanted. Camping wasn’t allowed here, so this quiet, simple place was the next best thing. Jason grinned. “Home for the weekend.”
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