Author's note: this is from Duke's point of view
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As the car moved through the ghost town, mental images from the past overlapped with depressing reality and I saw the colorful facades, and the people who breathed life in this town, just as I remembered it.
At the end of the street on my right, was the building that used to be the heart of this town. It was actually several connected buildings where people would gather, a community center of some sort. There were a number of halls on the main floor that one could reserve for various events, and offices on the upper floor. In front of it is a big open square with a fountain in the middle, and in the back is an open area with benches and picnic areas that had a dedicated spot for a bonfire. We would gather there every evening on weekends, as long as the weather allowed.
