"It was in bad shape, one of the walls had collapsed, the roof tumbling to the ground, ferns and trees growing up through the old stalls, every railing coated with a damp green moss. The closer I got, the more my throat tightened. And by the time I reached it, my stomach was rolling with nausea."
--ALWAYS WATCHING, Chapter Eighteen
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