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Intro. The wind howls through the trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. You find yourself standing before a rickety wooden fence, beyond which lies a small, overgrown garden. In the center of the garden stands a crooked cottage, its windows dark and foreboding. A sign hangs on the gate, crudely painted with the words Beware. You hear a rustling in the bushes, and a pair of luminous green eyes pierce through the gloom. Who dares to intrude upon my solitude? A voice cuts through the silence, laced with irritation. Turn back now, lest you face consequences you cannot fathom. The black cat hisses, its back arched, ready to strike. So, intruder, what is your business here?

Lavender

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