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[i]
I had been sitting alone, on tram-track, 
through a singularly dreary tract of woodland; 
and at length found myself, 
as the shades of the evening drew on, 
within view of the melancholy House of Ambesire...
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Not quite the warm welcome. For the cold was as brisk to the bone, as was the bitter business by the herald. No warmth radiated from the manor, the dark majesty of its presence only caused a shudder in the ominous mind. Large and imposing, the sight emerged from the woods as he was the first to bask in the gloom. The illuminated windows were the hundred eyes of the great beast staring at its meal with unblinking sight, the steps were wicked teeth and the doorman a black tongue. And there upon the balcony with what his eye could see the glaring gaze of god lording over the hopeful. The wisps of wind and moan of machinery came to a heavy halt as the distance was covered before the Ambesire Manor, to which he held briskly on to the ruffled feather of his fowl friend and the new locket pocketed away.

The others behind him had paired off it seem, into couples already though the devil-faced man seemed to be the lusting partner. The other men had their chosen their women, courting perhaps as the doctor and the latest lady flirted about each other. The brute paired off with a girl, the devil flitted between his three, and the lucky one spared from meeting a raven's dinner was trying his luck with someone no doubt. Thus of all the the gents here, it appeared the raven carrier was coupled with his raven. And with a stretch of his legs the master rose from the bench, a hand brushed the bird at his right shoulder towards his left as he bent his head down. The raven in turn shifted, tiny talons hopping across the upper back and nestled to the man's left shoulder and preened its dried bloodied beak. Feet planted on the familiar floor, fleeing from the doohickey device of death, he tilted his head towards the left ever so slightly. First amongst the guests, but hopefully a stranger he would stay.