"As they made their way down to the harbour the village stood empty behind them. Cats wandered in and out of the echoing stone cottages; soon they, too, would be leaving in search of new homes"

 

Sometimes when the wind blows in the right direction you can still here the cats calling for the fires to be lit again, and sometimes if you are lucky you can see the ghosts of the cats still waiting in the ruins.

 

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