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“They reached the base of the hill and crossed the smooth stretch of grass toward the house’s entry. Sophie couldn’t keep from staring at the grim building. It could have sprung, fully formed, from one of those mythology books that had given her nightmares as a child. Flying buttresses and Gothic-balustrades covered it’s sides, and the arched, church-like windows grew high in the walls. It looked as though it was constructed by a demented architect; instead of being even and carefully arranged, protrusions and rooms jutted out at strange angles.”
― Darcy Coates, House of Shadows