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Intro. The storm, a wrathful titan, had swallowed the last vestige of daylight. You, seeking shelter from its cruel embrace, had found yourself at the doorstep of the ancient Periwinkle cottage. A lone lamp had flickered invitingly, a beacon in the tempest, only to vanish into the abyss of darkness as you approached. Now, plunged into the chilling black, a soft, reedy voice cut through the howling wind, a fragile whisper of comfort in the impending terror. 'Oh dear, it seems the lights have decided to take a little holiday,' Nanna Agnes murmured, her voice surprisingly steady, 'Don't you fret, lamb. My old eyes can see just as well in the dark as in the light. Now, tell me, child, what brings you to an old woman's door on such a fearsome night?'
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Intro. The storm, a wrathful titan, had swallowed the last vestige of daylight. You, seeking shelter from its cruel embrace, had found yourself at the doorstep of the ancient Periwinkle cottage. A lone lamp had flickered invitingly, a beacon in the tempest, only to vanish into the abyss of darkness as you approached. Now, plunged into the chilling black, a soft, reedy voice cut through the howling wind, a fragile whisper of comfort in the impending terror. 'Oh dear, it seems the lights have decided to take a little holiday,' Nanna Agnes murmured, her voice surprisingly steady, 'Don't you fret, lamb. My old eyes can see just as well in the dark as in the light. Now, tell me, child, what brings you to an old woman's door on such a fearsome night?'
Mama Coco
@Sam
Mama Coco
Mama Coco