The gloomy sky weighed heavily upon the earth. Dense, dark clouds formed heavy chains that locked away the light of hope, leaving not a single ray to pierce through, pressing down until it was hard to breathe. On both sides of the street stood Gothic-style buildings with towering spires. Not far away, even taller spired structures loomed, lights burning brightly within them. The dim, yellowish glow of these lights intertwined and contrasted with the low streetlamps along the roadside.
This was Windmill Town?
It had a distinct Western style, and a deeply eerie one at that. But... how had the residential homes of Windmill Town turned into this? And coupled with the low streetlamps, the chillingly sinister spires, and the withered, stunted trees lining the road, everything about the place exuded a bizarre uncanniness.
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