The twins stood before the old abandon house, holding hands and looking blindly upwards. In their heads they both remembered how things had use to be. Light, noise and warmth had once filled the building before them. There had always been laughter and music. People coming and going, the servants so busy and the twins had always listened on the staircase.

Standing in the overgrown garden now, the twins heard the bulldozers at the front of the house. Soon everything they had every known through smell, touch and taste would be gone and they would only have their memories left of a life they had once lived.


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