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What was once a busy roadway that led to Strongfair was slowly absorbed back into nature as grass, flowers and small shrubs reclaimed what they can as fast as they can. Random pieces of long forgotten possessions litter the roads and wild, overgrown gardens within this town.

Some doorways seemed in relative decent condition while others were destroyed and were indistinguishable from other collapsed walls and piles of rubble. Broken roof tiles lay in the streets and gardens and crusty, dry paint faded from walls and fences.


Strongfair, once rich with life, hopes, dreams and aspirations was now a mere shadow of its former glory. Silence had taken the place of the sound of playing children, talking neighbors and the sounds of a working community. The silence was deafening.

The scents of fresh bread, various fruits and all sorts of other foods once filled the air of the market place. Now there's only the fresh air from the nearby forests to enjoy, as well as the occasional animal droppings that ruin it.


It was a strange feeling to be in the footsteps of so many lives now long forgotten and not knowing what became of the people who once spent their lives here. But even though many buildings had found a new purpose there was just no way this town's former self could ever be restored.

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