At the very, very top of a hill, perched on the precipice, is a magnificent house, nestled in two culs-de-sac. Huge trees shroud it. You can see nothing inside. You ring the bell, and nobody answers.
At the very, very top of a hill, perched on the precipice, is a magnificent house, nestled in two culs-de-sac. Huge trees shroud it. You can see nothing inside. You ring the bell, and nobody answers.