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There was something about this place that rubbed him the wrong way. It should have been calming the wide open grass the ruined houses further up were almost picturesque. He walked down the worn road passing by an empty playground, a rusted bike's wheel spun lazily in a circle. It's squeaking was rhythmic and echoed loudly in the silence. There was no wind
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