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The Heritage

The Heritage

John admired the streets in front of his house. They were beautiful, more beautiful than the ones, he had lived on. Back in the days, when he had been »gone missing«, his main places to stay were the streets – or old buildings near older streets. He loved the cobblestones, their unsteadiness, their glimmer during the twilights. Old lamps threw their orange lights, more or less yellow than a nicotine stained wall, on those stones, echoes of light and sound…

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The House

The House

The house looked at me and I stared back. The windows, lidless and dark, showed no other emotion than pure despise. I did the best I could do. I turned back to the street. The streetlights glowed, nicotine-colored lights surrounded my black shadow like a shield. And yet, they were not able to disconnect me from my fear. And my work. My work was simple: You visit a house, you check out, who is the renter or owner of the…

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