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It began on an oppressively warm evening, when the air hung heavy with a mixture of unease and the scent of wilted flowers. Under the fading twilight, the sisters sat in their parlor, a dimly lit room cluttered with mismatched furniture and relics of the past. Shadows flickered eerily against the peeling wallpaper as Agatha, her silver hair perfectly coiffed, rocked in a creaky chair, humming a forgotten lullaby. Rosemary, sitting on a tattered velvet settee, clasped in her bony hands the fragile form of a pale, lifeless boy.
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