Town of Beurre
In the town of Beurre, everybody knew the mansion hidden by the trees of the woodland on the outskirts. Everybody had heard the rumours.
The whispers.
The building itself was large, imposing and made of grey brick. It had needed repair when I was growing up, but around seven or so years ago, it was bought by a wealthy man and given a new lease on life.
Until next time,
