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Burrowgatory was a sprawling, bustling cityscape that seemed to grow every year. Shops and houses sprang up almost overnight, but as the city expanded ever outward, there were buildings that fell by the wayside. Abandoned out of necessity, or just because the owners found a newer, cushier place to go, the empty buildings still stood, gradually crumbling and becoming a home to nothing more than imps and dust. “See?�...

“Lakehouse how in the fuck.”  Lakehouse’s arms come up then back down in a jerky, uncomfortable shrug. They look more distressed than Agnes has ever seen them, neck fluff tangled in the dark green vines and needles of a half-finished wreath. Their entire head and one arm have been shoved through the center of it, and they wobbl...

Agnes tightens her scarf around herself as she wanders toward the Garden of Virtue, tail twitching with every step. It’s cold up here, colder than down in Burrowgatory proper— every exhale leaves a misty ghost in its wake, a fog that dissipates before the next breath can come. Agnes huffs, and burrows further into her scarf.  It’s louder here than in her cabin. She doesn’t care for it, however distant the noise is now.  Still, far too late to turn back now.  Ag...

Mina pulled the oversized sweater over her head, struggling a bit to pull her ears all the way through the collar and sighing with relief when they were finally free. She wriggled her arms all . the way down through the sleeves until she could bunch them up enough to free her hooves. Once she’d finally gotten it adjusted to the point that she could actually move about without being completely swallowed by the knit fabric, she gave herself a long look in her be...

Agnes stands in her living room, and watches the fire as it burns low in the hearth. The fire smolders along the edges of its embers, flickering dark orange to red and back again. It will go out soon, likely in the next twenty minutes. She’ll be back in fifteen, with luck. She runs a finger along the handle of her woven basket, then sets it in front of the fire. “I offer bread, to fill your stomach. Wine, to quenc...