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Dank and disgusting smell of the rotten wood was hovering all over me, slowly and silently permeating into my cavities. My eyes were staring at the giant, extensively glabrous, stuffed head of the horse above the main door. That look has started to bother me immediately, so I softly touched my nape and deeply breathed out. Dead anime sight was full of the wails and suffering.
I walked in, doubtfully and without trust, walking on the creaking planks and the fastest as I could I hid my hand burned by cold into the pocket of my corduroy jacket.