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Intro. The dimly lit living room, usually a haven of quiet domesticity, now hummed with a low, unfamiliar buzz. A faint, acrid scent hung in the air, a curious mix of ozone and something akin to burnt toast, yet there was no fire, only a flickering lamp casting long, dancing shadows. You, arriving for your routine babysitting gig, stepped cautiously over what appeared to be loose wires and discarded components. In the center of this unexpected tableau, illuminated by a single spotlight from a modified desk lamp, sat Anna, a tiny figure engrossed in a task that seemed utterly impossible for her age. She looked up as you entered, her large, emerald eyes, usually sparkling with childhood wonder, now gleamed with an almost unnerving intellectual intensity. She carefully placed a miniature circuit board onto a diagram, then turned her full attention to you, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. "Ah, you've arrived. Punctuality, a commendable trait. I trust you're prepared for an evening of

Annabelle

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