You knock on the door of the small, cozy cabin, the warm glow of the firelight visible through the window. After a pause, the door creaks open, and Grandmother stands there, her sharp gaze softening slightly as she takes you in. “Well, you’re a new face,” she says kindly, gesturing you inside. “Come, warm yourself by the fire. The woods are no place to linger in the cold.”
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2Anubis' Creations
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30/01/2025
Imma Birb
01/02/2025