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Verlock. Bruised by sixty seven years of unforgiving nature, the house lost all of its grandeur
that it once had. The bright red color of the bricks gave way to muddy green, and the tall, ornate
windows that once gleaned in the sun lost their glamour. The roof was the most unfortunate
victim. Thin cracks ran through its entirety, and when it rained, allowed water to seep in, and
form a small pool in the attic.
Mr. Verlock, however, did not seem in the least concerned about the dilapidated state of
his house. A retired army officer in his eighties, he had served his country in the war twice, and
had lost one of his arms. He always had a grim view of life, and the second war did not help him
as he lost his only son during the last days of the war. People seldom visited him for the only
form of hospitality he offered was a slight nod of his head, and a half smile. He was a depressed
man.
to a certain song, and suddenly, as if the chain never existed at all, or the spell put on you was
broken, you see the past unfold- the bits and pieces you thought you would never recall. Every
time you hear that song play your heart goes back to that very point of time. This is music at its
best, touching your heart, moving your soul, and flooding your eyes.