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... eive enough donations, it was still a place that William had called home.
With a glance, William could tell that the white paint that now covered the outside had been done recently. It was a stark contrast to the old orphanage that he remembered, where the paint had already turned gray with some parts of it flaking off.
His gaze then landed on the newly built steel gate, and the small guardhouse that was manned by two guards.
Back then, there had only been one rusty old gate, a ...
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