The House on the Hill

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Once upon a time, there was a house on a hill. It was quite a large house, and had stood there for quite some time, which meant that the stones on the outside of the house and on the path had been worn down in a lovely way. It was currently resided in by a family of three. A father, Gregory Turner, whose family had owned a third of the farmland that surrounded the small English town. A mother, named Peony Sulla, who had moved there with her new husband from London whom she had met at a cafe. They had immediately adopted a newborn child from America, and raised her in the customs of the town, sending her to the small public school, where she was taught Algebra, Geometry, English, French, Astrology, Science, Biology, History, Art, and Latin. She was the brightest and most brilliant in her class, and made many friends. She had, as many of you will think, leading the perfect life. That is, up until her fifteenth birthday. And this, Ladies and Gentlebeans, is where our story starts.

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