Prologue

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  The Mansion stood high on its grassy podium. The building was magnificent- its red bricks and large windows just the foundation of its beauty. A centre tower stood strong in the centre of two vast buildings. A raven stood atop the weather vein above the tower and then flapped its wings, lifting into the night sky. It landed on a glass conservatory and looked across the gates of the house.
 
Through the intricately cut window on the second floor, a lady as beautiful as her house paced back and forth, a veil over her face. Constance Hatchaway, soon to be Mrs Ravenswood, was worried. Her engagement would soon be over and she would be married. Her snow-white dress flowed as she rushed to her mirror. A basin sat filled with water on the table amongst an array of jewelry and trinkets. She pulled back her veil, stuck her hands in the bowl and wiped her face with the fresh water. Her mascara was now smudged and her hair was damp but still, she felt that this didn't help. So, repeating her actions, she ran back to the basin and splashed her face with the water. However this time, it wasn't water. The substance that now covered her face was red and thick. This was blood. She looked up in the mirror and saw her reflection. She screamed. Her body looked decayed- like a ghost's. Her cheeks were chiseled and her skin was flaking. The hands on her grandfather clock spun uncontrollably and the raven squared loudly outside. It had started. Constance was going mad.

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