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Was that... a shadow?

A small voice whispers to you from the smoke... "Memory's a funny thing, isn't it?"

This house is boarded up, but... something moved in the window.

The air is heavy... heavy with regret.

Someone was preparing a big dinner here... but never finished, it seems.

There's practically nothing here, not even burnt remains. Did someone leave before the fire...?

There is a doll behind this fence. Its miniature robe is charred and part of its face burnt beyond recognition.

You try to enter, but try as you might, you cannot bring yourself to open the door.

You can hear the laughter of parents and their children.

There is an opened book and a plume on the table. Someone stopped writing mid-sentence and spilled the ink.

You don't want to enter this house.

The path less traveled.