Winter at Blackfont

The curse of Blackfont was waiting for me. Shortly after Blackfont was legally mine an I had informed my father that I wanted him to look after it, he left for Paris. Then, shortly after he had left, I received the telegram that my father had met with a tragic accident. With shaking hands and a seed of hope, I dialed the long distance operator, hoping my father was still alive. But I had forgotten the curse of Blackfont!