The House on Cedar Lane
The house on Cedar Lane had been empty for ten years, but the vines had not stopped growing. They climbed the brick walls like green veins, thick and persistent, their leaves dark and glossy in the humid Mississippi air. The roof sagged in the middle, and the front porch had collapsed inward, but the house still stood, stubborn and decaying, the way everything stubborn and decaying did in...
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