Fitgomery: A Fictional Narrative

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It was late December 1963 at Montgomery manor. Thunder is booming in the distance. Philip Montgomery is lounging in his blue rocking chair by the fire. The clock strikes 12, a light cool breeze extinguishes the fire Philip Montgomery hears his door slam shut. He panics, yelling for help Fredrick dashes down and finds Philip unconscious with a large bump on the side of his head with a slight cut on his left wrist. “Oh gosh! Philip! Philip wake up. Oh gosh, what am I to do?” Frederick frantically searched for someone to help him. He found a maid. He explained what had happened while dragging her down the hall towards the room. “Did you call the police? What do you want me to do?” The maid stuttered. They heard the wailing of the sirens in the
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