On the outskirts of a village named Ottery St. Catchpole was a house affectionately named "The Rook". It was a mystery to many. Though, curiously enough, none were ever tempted to explore its grounds or meet its inhabitants, despite the villagers' penchant for busybodying.
Sometimes, a small family could be seen around the house, but only ever at a distance. A mother, a father, and a small child. Each one blond and pale, occasionally wearing odd and colorful robes. They seemed like cheerful folk, albeit bizarre.
However, after almost a decade, the unusual family of three was reduced to two. They traded their sunshine yellows and ocean blues for black. The Rook, once a home, was now just a house, haunted by memories.
The villagers of Ottery St. Catchpole speculated on the mother's whereabouts. There were rumors of foul play or suicide. Both machinations of bored scandalmongers. In truth, the lady of the house had simply uttered the wrong words at the wrong time.
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