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Leaving a mess
He stepped cautiously into the hallway, boots thudding softly on the creaking floorboards. The farmhouse was a wreck. Chairs were overturned, framed photos askew. Books had tumbled from shelves, and porcelain knickknacks lay in broken pieces. “What a waste,” Charles muttered, shaking his head. The cozy charm of his home was shattered.
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