Just Another Day

Another lovely day in Belurian Manor, the rain is pouring down, forming puddles capable of drowning a toddler, in the garden. The sun is hidden behind the ever present roof of thick clouds above and the birds in the trees are either silent as the grave or screeching profecies of damnation. If you claim to understand their babbeling you are either a liar or downright insane. Good thing I only hear the constant whispering paintings in the entrance hall.

Inside, Phillip is half- asleep on the reception desk. Don't worry, he'll be as energetic as the proverbial child drowning in the garden to greet you when you arrive. So do come in whenever you see fit, or when the shadow figure out front lets go of you.

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