George looked at the path. His hands swung freely at his sides, and his steps were brisk and calm. The sound of the wind rushing past his ears drowned out his bad thoughts. The path to the garden was anything but simple. The old stone staircase had sections of loose stone and even completely destroyed steps. Weeds forced their way through the cracks, widening the gaps. Not many people came this way, so the garden and the stairs were hardly maintained. At least that's what George thought. He'd see and know more if only he could step forward.
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