A forgotten place
They soon turned off the main road and onto a narrow, tree-lined lane that seemed frozen in time. The cracked asphalt was filled with weeds poking through, as though nature was slowly reclaiming the area. Houses grew fewer and farther apart, each one looking more neglected than the last. By the time they reached the street of the appointed house, they saw only a couple of scattered homes, surrounded by silence. The neighborhood felt utterly forgotten.
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