The stone colonial. That silent, hunched sentinel has stood in harsh judgment as the task force struggled to reach its seemingly impenetrable walls. That monolithic shadow at the far end of the farmstead has dealt pain, anguish and fear in equal measures to friend and foe alike.
Its deafening silence. Its chimney benching foul smoke. Its broken windows with glass shards like angry teeth. The stone colonial has been waiting to devour any hunter who dares to enter its realm.
That wait is finally over.
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