A farmhouse
Jack glanced at her, determination in his eyes. “Answers. We have to.” They closely followed the route on the map, the lines leading them further from civilization. Finally, they arrived at the end of the road, a large, old farmhouse sitting on the edge of a wide, empty field. The house looked abandoned, but there were signs of recent activity—a car parked out front, smoke rising from the chimney.
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