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... applying some force to lift it slightly, and the lock tilted at an angle.
The iron chain followed with a rattling sound.
After three to five years of being weather-beaten, even the thick raw iron the size of a thumb had gathered a thick layer of rust, very coarse, the rust scraped painfully against the hand. No one had cleared the weeds in the yard over the years, letting them grow more unrestrained and luxuriant, hiding the once clear path beneath the leaves.
Truly, it’s ...
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