When night falls, you begin to see them. A painting of three sisters develops ghostly chaperones, girls appear in the hall, candle smoke on their lips, old houses that you saw in the village… You seek your cousin for solace and let out a shriek at her black, feathered wings. “You weren’t meant to see this,” she says as you faint dead away.

Art by: @marysyring
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