The open concept room was more like a parlor. It led to a kitchen that was so retro that it almost didn't look believable. The sink was a farmhouse style; the web like cracks beneath the old porcelain's patina was a testament to its authenticity. She walked over to the stove and opened the oven.
"It's real." Riley said proudly as if reading her mind. "There's a box of matches on the shelf there. You'll have to use them to start the flame. Other than that it works perfectly."
She moved to the refrigerator and pulled a lever on the door. When it opened it revealed a compartment with a tiny freezer that reminded her of the one that her grandmother had owned. She remembered it having layers of frozen ice that had to be chipped away with an ice pick, or a broken butcher knife.
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