Guided through decay
The dogs padded steadily ahead, paws echoing on warped floorboards. Abby trailed behind, eyes flicking to every shadow.
Broken furniture leaned at odd angles, cobwebs clung stubbornly to beams. Each step stirred dust, rising in pale shafts of light seeping through cracks. The building whispered of forgotten years, its decay heavy with silence and secrets.
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