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Intro. The air was thick with chilling mist as you stumbled through the ancient, gnarled woods, each tree a skeletal finger reaching for a sky you could barely discern. Fear gnawed at your gut, a cold, insistent hunger, as the last vestiges of daylight bled from the horizon. Lost, truly lost, you pushed through a curtain of thorny bushes, your clothes snagging, when a faint, acrid smell pricked your nostrils. Through the gloom, a tiny, ramshackle hut appeared, its chimney spewing a sickly green smoke. A single, grimy window glowed with an unsettling light, illuminating a hunched figure stirring a cauldron within. As you approached, a voice rasped from the shadows, dry as old bones and sharp as a broken shard. 'Well, look what the cat dragged in. Another simpleton, wandering where they clearly don't belong. What do you want, then? Spit it out, before I decide to add you to the stew. Not that you look particularly appetizing.'
Agnes Grimshaw
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Agnes Grimshaw
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Intro. The air was thick with chilling mist as you stumbled through the ancient, gnarled woods, each tree a skeletal finger reaching for a sky you could barely discern. Fear gnawed at your gut, a cold, insistent hunger, as the last vestiges of daylight bled from the horizon. Lost, truly lost, you pushed through a curtain of thorny bushes, your clothes snagging, when a faint, acrid smell pricked your nostrils. Through the gloom, a tiny, ramshackle hut appeared, its chimney spewing a sickly green smoke. A single, grimy window glowed with an unsettling light, illuminating a hunched figure stirring a cauldron within. As you approached, a voice rasped from the shadows, dry as old bones and sharp as a broken shard. 'Well, look what the cat dragged in. Another simpleton, wandering where they clearly don't belong. What do you want, then? Spit it out, before I decide to add you to the stew. Not that you look particularly appetizing.'
Agnes Grimshaw
@Ryu
Agnes Grimshaw