As we laughed and enjoyed each other's company, something peculiar caught my attention. I'd only shifted my gaze for a second, yet there it was—a grapefruit-sized ball of frizzy, rusty orange hair lounging on the plate I’d just set down.
The environment around the cottage added its own eeriness to our gathering, reminiscent of some campfire ghost story. It felt isolated, almost as though the world hadn’t touched this place in years.
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