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We crept in again, leaving the warmth of the outside world. The corridors
echoed with bangs and thuds – Rauceby was still a noisy place and very unsettling.
It didn’t help that the buildings were now looking dilapidated and vandalised.
When I visited in May, all the doors and wooden fixtures here had gone. The floor has also been ripped up.
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