It was an old farmhouse, nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary.
It was tucked away at the end of a narrow lane surrounded by sycamore trees that had shed their leaves and were stark against the fiery sky.
The victorian lantern shone a welcoming beacon to the tired and bedraggled group as they approached.
Theirs had been a long and arduous journey but thoughts of safe haven had kept them mobile. The strongest had helped the weakest, and miraculously, all fifteen had made it this far.
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