Iggy: Arrival

I heard about this place in a newspaper ad. My old home used to be a manor, until a few years ago it was torn down to make room for a Nal*Mart.

Anything but a Nal*Mart.


I set the form down on the desk, then rubbed a bit of ink off my hand. A map of the house hung over the desk.


My name appered on the map, above Room 2.


After a quick tour of the house, I grabbed a book and sat in the front room, listening to Palie, my bird.

I just got to the interesting part of the story when someone entered.

The End

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