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Henry had seen most of the estate surrounding Stanford Hall with some familiarity.  He had driven and hiked through most of it with his darling wife, but the storage shed had just kind of being a crumbling ruin to them.  As he put on some rain covers and a slicker coat, he wondered what else could possibly be hidden away that he had overlooked. The duo walked together under one rather wide shared umbrella.  The manager brandished a set of keys and unlocked the door. He quickly reached forward to yank on a small light. There was something covered in a white sheet which immediately drew his eyes.  As Henry made his way inside he looked at the wide shape that was dominating a space.

"Is that a car?" Henry said uncertainly as he touched the smooth bodywork.  If it was a car, it was definitely quite an old one.