From the Journal of Lorraine Ellis

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From the Journal of Lorraine Ellis

April 16, 1923

 

 

It never fails to shock me when Father is right.  This time, though…I was speechless.

The ruins of Seward House are real, sprawling across a wooded area in the English countryside.    Built hundreds of years before, it is now only skeletal walls and archways, piles of weathered stone covered in greenery, staircases leading to the sky. 

It had been raining, so the sun slowly peeked through the gray clouds above, spilling rays of light down.  With that light, it was impossibly beautiful and haunting.

What we did not account for, though, was the owner of the land catching us.  He and his…his henchman. 

Their names are Wesley Parsons and Jesse Gordon.  Mr. Parsons was pleasant, but Mr. Gordon…scaring me to death was not the proper way to greet someone.

Now, we are in Mr. Parsons’s estate, Paddon Manor.  I feel like I’m back in the Victorian era or maybe a Jane Austin novel.  How someone so young could own all this…maybe it was inheritance?

Something is different, though, and I would very much like to find out what.

 

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