The orphanage was not as Cailen remembered.The outside still looked tall and intimidating, at least to Cailen, but the inside had changed completely.Where there used to be dull beige walls, there were light blue walls, decorated in the children's paintings.There were also large photo displays along the main hall that lead down to the playroom and then the bedrooms.In the displays, there were photos of many different children, all with bright smiling faces, some playing in what he recognized as the playroom, some playing outside on the structure he remembered well, and some sat down to eat the food the orphanage made.The inside no longer looked rundown. It looked like a nice place, a happy place, but he knew better.He knew all too well that the smiles on those kids' faces were only a glimpse of brief moments.He knew that not even half an hour later of these picture being taken, those kids probably di
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