The year is 1870.
The place is China.
Next to a large traditional gated manor, hung up among a group of large trees, as if they had been flung there by a drunken giant, are the scattered rooms of a disembodied Victorian mansion, joined by catwalks and staircases, scaffolding and ladderways: balconies, bedrooms, entryways, attics, nooks, niches, widow's walks, pergolas, patios, cupolas, porches, parlors, sitting rooms, dining rooms, waiting rooms, laboratories, music rooms, drawing rooms, studies and studios.
It looks like he's been building it for a while, and has come into a considerable fortune.
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