Mulberry removes the key from her bag, and with one final look around puts it into the lock. The spell almost seems to melt into the air, along with the key. The door is creaky, so she opens it as little as possible and just slips in.
 
She is standing in a courtyard. It is pretty obvious people don’t come here often, as the grassy patches are unkempt and the two trees, one on each side of the path, are untrimmed. The brick path in front of her has holes, and some of the bricks are poking out or sunken. To her right is a path leading to some rotted wooden benches, and to her left there is a strange looking metal statue that looks a bit like birdcages hung on something.
 
Across from the mare is the main building. It’s almost like the outside wall, except that it has incredibly dusty windows at eye level, and above the huge wooden door. It’s painted a dark blue and and made with some sort of thick, hardy wood. Even with it’s age the entrance looks quite sturdy.
 
There are actually some birds in the trees here. It’s actually quite nice seeing something that isn’t a gibbering affront to life.
 

 

 

 
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