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“Colin Jonas peered through the damp foliage toward the ancient ruin of a mansion. He had heard the rumours that the old rock legend had let the place go to pot, but this was worse than he expected. The manor house seemed to ooze and sweat a slimy discharge. Perhaps leftovers of the occupant’s legendary decades of booze and pills, night sweats and DTs – or maybe Jonas was thinking more about himself.
The weather didn’t help either. A thin sheen of rain powdered Jonas’s face. Drops hung from his lashes. It pattered off the leaves and ran down the dark murky walls of the two-storey relic before him. He pulled his coat tighter. Hugging it to his wiry frame in a futile attempt to stave off the effects of the fast-approaching English winter.
The house hadn’t always been a ruin. He h
