The main road that led to and from Calcherth was torn to pieces by the elements. Grass filled the labyrinth of cracks and sand covered whatever was left. The wind gently sways the tall grasses in the abandoned gardens while wild bushes make their claim on every acre not taken by the grass.
Most doors still stood in their frames as if nothing had changed. A few were ajar for one reason or another, perhaps left open in a hurry. Window panes hung perilously from their hinges and here and there drapes had been flung out by the wind.
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