"October 30, 1886
I am on the run from the local law enforcers. I was falsely accuse and charged I murdering my daughters and wife. But I escaped. I made my way to Kansas, a few states over. I wondered the streets for a while until I came upon a Linley dirt road. I listened to the crunches every step made. 'crunch, crunch, crunch' after many منٹ of traveling, I came about a large chateau. I went inside. The interior of the large house was barren, nothing on the walls but a tattered old wallpaper. The wooden floors empty and riddled with splinters. As I walked up the first creeks flight of...
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