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Prompt: Mister Hartford - The Literary Phoenix
The rolling gardens seemed to reach their thorny branches around the black carriage as the horses slowly pulled them towards the door. Her companion rolled out first and offered assistance, glancing nervously at his pocket watch for the twenty-third time since they left her house. She took his sweaty hand and descended. At best, the Manor was creepy, but that may just be an illusion cast by the unkempt gardens. While she stared in uncomfortable awe at the wide doors and towering columns, her companion tottled ahead and pulled the doors open to his master’s house. “Come along, come along,” …