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Fog wound through the cemetery like ghostly fingers, clinging low to the ground and weaving around gravestones in heavy, pale tendrils. Buffy Summers navigated the labyrinthine paths, her boots crunching softly on the gravel. The fog curled around her ankles like a persistent cat, thick enough that the gravestones seemed to rise from an endless gray sea. Beside her, Faith moved with a predator’s grace, her leather jacket catching the moonlight in sleek ripples. A stake twirled effortlessly between her…- 2.6 K • Ongoing
Golden morning light crept softly through Buffy’s window, casting a warm glow across her bed. Outside, Sunnydale went through its usual morning routine—birds singing, cars rumbling by, and the neighbor’s lawn mower already revving. But Buffy’s attention was somewhere else. Sitting cross-legged on her bed, Buffy stared down at the amulet in her hand. It was deceptively beautiful—a simple amber stone set in silver, pulsing faintly with a dark glow. She knew that keeping it was bound to be…- 2.6 K • Ongoing
