Chapter 39
The Manor on Bishop Hill loomed over me as I stared up at its imposing façade. I haven't been here since I paid off a caretaker to maintain it after my ex-husband died two hundred and thirty years ago and I never bothered to check up on the property anyway. The manor was a sizeable three-storey, wooden building that was nearly seven thousand square feet in area. The outside was painted but it was chipping now in most places that indicated wear. The navy blue windows had been replaced from its purely wooden shutters to glass ones that looked Victorian in style. The central chimney atop the blue, earthen roof still stood in one piece despite it still being the way I remembered it to be. The flower beds that wrapped along the house was gone, and so were most of the shrubbery.
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