The house was dark when Jared arrived. He fumbled with the keys, trying first one then another on the barely visible lock. When he finally unlocked the gates, its bolt clanged and its hinges creaked loudly as they opened. It was a welcome Jared had always thought echoed the feelings he had about his life, his soul? It grated on the ears and made him clench his fists, but his annoyance towards the gate was not half as great as that towards himself, because he knew he had stood by and let it rust. And so it was a good thing he lived alone, though if he hadn't maybe someone might have oiled the gate.
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