Circe walked up the path slowly, when she got to the small quaint cottage in front of her, certain doom might come. Slowly approaching the building she pondered why or what would happen when she opened the door. A gust of wind blew the fallen leaves around her, she stopped, threatening to turn back, but something was pulling her towards the house maybe it was her curiosity that got the better of her as she ran to open the door . . .
To Be Continued . . .
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