I entered this old town which was of Victorian architecture; the yellowish aura and feel of civilisation of those days hung in the air.

There were several rooms in this big mansion and I met a colleague Kat, who was sharing with me some old tales like how she did during lunch. That was when I realise Sherly 'was' her daughter and had grown up so much.

Some of the happenings were unclear and in a moment's time, I opened my eyes and it was already 7am.

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