Twenty Three
There was something disconcerting about having a ten-year old girl dressed in a long-sleeved purple dress and shoes tell Chiara to go to whatever was inside that old, large wall and heavy metal gate; but seeing as how that was their only lead at that moment, she decided to follow her, while Clarissa, Mary, then Dorian walked closely behind. “Oh, wow,” Chiara breathed out as soon as she passed by the gate. It was a lot different than what she had expected to see—which was a continuation of the road going down to their old house and a lot more abandoned infrastructures, based on the sorry state of the rest of the town and the fact that Dorian couldn’t sense anything prior. However, what Chiara found inside seemed like a completely different town in itself. There were people—quite a lot
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