Scarabium
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Barnaby barked, Arthur raised his hand and the hound fell silent.
“Enough of that old chap,” Jeffries ordered softly. “You’ll wake the relatives. Come: let's go back. This place gives me the willies.”
It was then that Arthur caught a glimpse of the dead man, the corpse wrapped in ivy.
Barnaby barked, Arthur raised his hand and the hound fell silent.
“Enough of that old chap,” Jeffries ordered softly. “You’ll wake the relatives. Come: let's go back. This place gives me the willies.”
It was then that Arthur caught a glimpse of the dead man, the corpse wrapped in ivy.
December 12, 2024 at 10:45 PM
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Barnaby barked, Arthur raised his hand and the hound fell silent.
“Enough of that old chap,” Jeffries ordered softly. “You’ll wake the relatives. Come: let's go back. This place gives me the willies.”
It was then that Arthur caught a glimpse of the dead man, the corpse wrapped in ivy.
Barnaby barked, Arthur raised his hand and the hound fell silent.
“Enough of that old chap,” Jeffries ordered softly. “You’ll wake the relatives. Come: let's go back. This place gives me the willies.”
It was then that Arthur caught a glimpse of the dead man, the corpse wrapped in ivy.
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Arthur had only been inside once when he was a very young child and had forgotten most of the details. What he remembered was most likely a concoction of deceptive memories but the uneasiness he felt within that darkened place engendered a resistance to revisit.
Arthur had only been inside once when he was a very young child and had forgotten most of the details. What he remembered was most likely a concoction of deceptive memories but the uneasiness he felt within that darkened place engendered a resistance to revisit.
November 17, 2024 at 8:09 AM
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Arthur had only been inside once when he was a very young child and had forgotten most of the details. What he remembered was most likely a concoction of deceptive memories but the uneasiness he felt within that darkened place engendered a resistance to revisit.
Arthur had only been inside once when he was a very young child and had forgotten most of the details. What he remembered was most likely a concoction of deceptive memories but the uneasiness he felt within that darkened place engendered a resistance to revisit.
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Ivy, rufescent and prosperous, clung to every side. Dunnocks nested within, brooding and cautious, tweeting a high-pitched alarm as Arthur approached. The large oak door, an impressive twelve feet in height, remained closed. It had not been opened since his mother had passed all those years ago.
Ivy, rufescent and prosperous, clung to every side. Dunnocks nested within, brooding and cautious, tweeting a high-pitched alarm as Arthur approached. The large oak door, an impressive twelve feet in height, remained closed. It had not been opened since his mother had passed all those years ago.
November 15, 2024 at 4:57 PM
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Ivy, rufescent and prosperous, clung to every side. Dunnocks nested within, brooding and cautious, tweeting a high-pitched alarm as Arthur approached. The large oak door, an impressive twelve feet in height, remained closed. It had not been opened since his mother had passed all those years ago.
Ivy, rufescent and prosperous, clung to every side. Dunnocks nested within, brooding and cautious, tweeting a high-pitched alarm as Arthur approached. The large oak door, an impressive twelve feet in height, remained closed. It had not been opened since his mother had passed all those years ago.
2
The building was peculiar to say the least and Arthur had never taken to it. The common tradition was to steal inspiration from the gothic or orient or some foreign influence that was mildly blasphemous and boastful. His family folly was a brutal stone cube with a single entrance.
The building was peculiar to say the least and Arthur had never taken to it. The common tradition was to steal inspiration from the gothic or orient or some foreign influence that was mildly blasphemous and boastful. His family folly was a brutal stone cube with a single entrance.
November 15, 2024 at 11:30 AM
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The building was peculiar to say the least and Arthur had never taken to it. The common tradition was to steal inspiration from the gothic or orient or some foreign influence that was mildly blasphemous and boastful. His family folly was a brutal stone cube with a single entrance.
The building was peculiar to say the least and Arthur had never taken to it. The common tradition was to steal inspiration from the gothic or orient or some foreign influence that was mildly blasphemous and boastful. His family folly was a brutal stone cube with a single entrance.
1
It was Arthur Jeffries who had discovered the body.
It was a brisk autumn day, the wind gentle but cool. He was taking his daily walk after breakfast, his hound Barnaby beside him. His routine was steadfast: a slow march across the verdant grounds towards the folly his Grandfather had built.
It was Arthur Jeffries who had discovered the body.
It was a brisk autumn day, the wind gentle but cool. He was taking his daily walk after breakfast, his hound Barnaby beside him. His routine was steadfast: a slow march across the verdant grounds towards the folly his Grandfather had built.
November 15, 2024 at 11:21 AM
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It was Arthur Jeffries who had discovered the body.
It was a brisk autumn day, the wind gentle but cool. He was taking his daily walk after breakfast, his hound Barnaby beside him. His routine was steadfast: a slow march across the verdant grounds towards the folly his Grandfather had built.
It was Arthur Jeffries who had discovered the body.
It was a brisk autumn day, the wind gentle but cool. He was taking his daily walk after breakfast, his hound Barnaby beside him. His routine was steadfast: a slow march across the verdant grounds towards the folly his Grandfather had built.