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𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖆𝖌𝖊
The first snowfall came early in Nevermore this year, frosting the iron gates and turning the courtyard into a white canvas. Wednesday Addams stood by the window of the Ophelia Hall, finger tightly wrapped around a hot cup of decaf, watching the delicate snowflakes slowly fall, twirling downwards.
Wednesday, didn't experience stress or feelings – that was more Enid's domain. Her fingers clenched around the vessel, telling herself it wasn't Enid that was bothering her. It was the noise, the chaos. The reality that she hadn't slept in what? Forty-eight hours now?
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