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  • House of Misery

    Agnes was pouring herself a cup of freshly brewed tea when she heard a knock at the door. She heaved a heavy sigh, plopping two sugar cubes into the mug before making her way over to the door. She'd made sure to grab a spoon on the way, humming a little tune as she stirred the contents of the mug. She threw the door open with a flourish, a wide smile tugged at her lips . . .