Sandringham Hall

Locked in a futile existence, the windswept hall stands gazing over hill and dale, as if watching for the civilization that left however long ago! Gail force winds rack the walls, ripping at the roof, threatening collapse of such an ancient building. But falleth not this design of recumbent structure, she standeth still atop her hill in all her glory. Once a magnificent manor for duke and duchess, now sits in ruins, a plaything for the winters passed. But divine be her stature providing warmth and pitied glower.