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The deep breath she took to calm her nerves did no such thing. Wondering if she’d made the right decision, she stood, facing the long-abandoned three-story mansion. Once a striking display of luxury and well-kept gardens, it was now a dirty, hollow, neglected shell of its former self.
The windows, yawning in her direction, revealing the darkness within, together with the gardens and wrought iron fence, suffocating in overgrowth, were enough to keep most people away. She, however, wasn’t most people.
She knew the risks involved. She’d tossed and turned in bed, then looked herself directly in the eye in her bathroom mirror, acknowledging the insanity of it all. Still, she’d made this decision. She was going in.