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... walking for what felt like an hour, my path a deliberate navigation through the village’s forgotten arteries. One damp, shadowed alley bled into the next, each one narrower and quieter than the last, the festive roar of Meadowlark fading to a distant, muffled memory. The air here smelled of wet stone, mildew, and the faint, lingering traces of things best not examined too closely.
Finally, at the end of a particularly foul-smelling, dead-end lane, I saw it. A single, grimy window glowed ...
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