I hesitated. I had never once spoken to her beyond a mumbled “good morning.” Why me?
But something about the request tugged at me. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe curiosity. Or maybe, in some small way, I felt I owed her something for having lived so close and known so little.
Stepping Into a Forgotten World
The door creaked open slowly, and instantly, I was struck by the weight of the air inside—thick with dust, untouched for years. Light filtered in through heavy curtains, casting long shadows on furniture that hadn’t been moved in decades. It was like walking into a time capsule.
At first, everything seemed ordinary. Neatly arranged furniture. Stacks of old books. A faded rug. But then, something caught my eye.
The walls.
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