Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
"The bruja detached her legs. One by one they laid themselves onto the black wood beneath the chair in folds of black. The man opened the door. Her large shape smoked and embered down into the size of a bird. It fluttered into the corner of the house, near a red brick chimney."

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