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Vines curled around the windows like claws. The roof was covered in moss, and ivy spilled from the second-floor ledges like green waterfalls. The porch sagged slightly, and the tall chimneys poked out like rusted towers. “Wow,” Arthur whispered, parking the car on the edge of the gravel drive. “It’s got… character.” Rose wasn’t sure whether to laugh or turn back.
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