ZANDER'S POV The air was cold and numb and with every breath, I drew, a misty, chilly exhale followed. Everything around us became quieter the closer we got to the mansion. "This is it," Lance let out. "But it isn't what I remembered," he finished. The dreary mansion was tall and intimidating, made from large dark grey stones. I noticed there were no leaves on the ground around the house, just some aged concrete steps, and a doorway that stood in front of us. Cement crumbs were sprinkled along the sides of the house, cement dust was everywhere, only notarizing the fact that this mansion was, in fact, abandoned by both the living and the dead. "I don't think anybody is inside," James announced. Isis walked up to the front door. "Isis, be careful," I warned. Wisps upon wisps of climber plant plaster across the structure of the house, at least what's left of it. Isis' fingers scraped at the wild vines, revealing the door. "There is some sort of keyhole here," Isis said
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