After leaving the graveyard, they soon entered Erik's old house. From the outside, his house was no different from the rest: small but sturdy and comfortable, made from wood and stone.
The inside was welcoming, with various rugs and warm colors. Pictures of Erik and his family were scattered around the place, showing the love and care they had for each other.
Erik felt his nostalgia bubbling up again as he walked through the house, causing him to sigh. Again, memories of various childhood events appeared in his mind, like his first verbal fight with his mother or the classic doorpost with notches for his height.
But instead of focusing on those memories, he patted the house's wall. "I've had enough reminiscence for one day. But thanks for keeping my memories safe."
Several electrical appliances were spread throughout the house since Frostvik used to have access to electricity.
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