chapter 84 Farmhouse

Man Thirty Text I followed An Anne Boyle to the door of a small farmhouse. An Anne Boyle was lying on the door of his house, looking in through the crack of the door, as if he were a thief.

This small courtyard must be a few years old. Moss has grown on the green bricks on the wall, and some weeds have spread to the courtyard wall.

It also exudes a musty smell. It must have been unoccupied for a long time.

The two wooden doors seemed to be unlocked. An Anne Boyle...