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It whispered home .

Sabrina laughed. It sounded like dry leaves skittering over bones. sabrinathehungrywitch

And the silence did not whisper empty .

She began to hunt bigger prey. Not just emotions, but years. She brewed a Century Stew from the last breath of a dying oak tree. She roasted the final spring of a cursed village over an open flame. Each bite made her more powerful—and less human. It whispered home

She told herself it was magic. Efficiency. Why grow your own happiness when you could steal it? sabrinathehungrywitch