For a long time I saw Templeton Hall.
Mom and Father didn't care about it, for its windows was full of spiders; Mom was smiling; Father was thinking about the money they made. Such ordinary things wasn't on my mind; such things were bad for me, it was a heavy burden that kept them separated in their bed.
I didn't care, because I was here at Templeton Hall.
And the nightmare had barely started.
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