It all started because the gentleman started dedicating more and more time with his penny farthing. Soon after he joined some club. This club, or rather a society, is only wispered about and there is no proof to be found it ever really exsisted or who the members were. Rumours teach us that only certain gentlemen could join and that there was some dark, sinister initiation ritual. But again, nothing is sure. Only rumours.
His wife was soon tired of this all and pressed her man to give her more attention. Did he listen? As the picture tells you, he did not. The lady, tired of begging for attention from her husband, drove out with her trusted aunt to the 'wise woman' who lived a few miles out of town. There she bought a spell. Shortly after she started to grow roses. The rest of the story is rather gruesome and maybe will be told some other time. For now it is left to your own imagination what the spell evoked. Enjoy.
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