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Leaving a mess
He cautiously stepped into the hallway, the floorboards creaking under his boots. The farmhouse was a mess. Furniture had tipped over, books had fallen from shelves, and trinkets littered the floor. Shattered porcelain lay in pieces, once proudly displayed in cabinets. “What a waste,” Charles muttered, shaking his head in disappointment.
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