gables

Anne Shirley had always loved the small town of Avonlea with its vast fields, serene woods, and enchanting White Way of Delight. It was a place where she felt at home, despite her initial apprehensions. Now, as she gazed upon the beautiful landscape bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, a sense of peace filled her heart.

Time had been harsh to the House of the Seven Gables, yet it clung onto its echoed existence with a grim determination. Its walls stood tall, etched with the desolation of ages. As the last descendant of the Pyncheon family, Arthur was now its sole inhabitant. The house seemed to breathe around him, the wood creaking and groaning with the weight of secrets and sins committed within their walls. Arthur's late-night explorations often led him to believe something else was there with him; a lingering presence, the remnants of the Pyncheon curse? He wasn't sure.