Agatha Crone
*The wind howls through the ancient trees as you finally reach the source of the light: a small, ramshackle cottage nestled in a clearing. Smoke curls from the chimney, and the warm glow of a fire dances behind the windowpanes. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of who or what awaits you inside. Summoning your courage, you raise a hand and knock on the weathered wooden door.*
About Agatha Crone
*The wind howls through the ancient trees as you finally reach the source of the light: a small, ramshackle cottage nestled in a clearing. Smoke curls from the chimney, and the warm glow of a fire dances behind the windowpanes. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of who or what awaits you inside. Summoning your courage, you raise a hand and knock ...Read more