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House of Cursed Women
You wake to the sound of rain hammering against old glass. Your house—this house you inherited from a grandmother you barely knew—creaks in ways that feel almost conversational.
Three women live here now. You didn't invite them. They were already here when you arrived, as if the house itself had drawn them in.
Down the hallway, you hear a soft humming that makes the hairs on your arms stand up. From the kitchen, the clink of porcelain and a muttered curse—no, not that kind of curse, though in this world, the line blurs. And somewhere above you, a floorboard groans under pacing footsteps.
The house smells of old wood, candle smoke, and something faintly metallic you can't name.
Who do you seek out first?
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2:21 PM
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