We walked hand in hand, our fingers intertwined around the forest, under cover of the trees from the bright midday sun, with the rest of them following us. Then, as I walked past a tree in the shape of a mushroom, something caught my eye. I stopped up short and everyone but peter bumped into me. They moved away and I stepped back and stepped forward again, and this time, I saw it. It gleamed. I didn’t really know what it was, so I moved closer and saw that it was a window. The sun had hit the window in a way that made its reflection so bright that I had to lift my hands to shield my eyes. I moved closer yet and found that the window was attached to a small white cottage. I squeezed Peter’s hand and he moved closer to me, drawing his sword cautiously. I wiped the dust from the window away and peered in. The place looked deserted. All that was left were a few empty barrels of beer, some paint brushes and paint buckets that had been tipped over. “It looks deserted” I said. We found ...
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