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Ongoing, First published Mar 20, 2018
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Anastasia Durahov is known in her village as the 'sick and worrying' child. No surprise, her family forced her to live in the old abandoned house at the top of the hill, that loomed over the village. She was allowed friends, but hardly ever left the house to make them. Her father hardly spoke, her mother distanced herself from everyone and was slowly losing her mind. 

Anastasia? No, none of this bothered her, the only thing that did, was the fact that those two children would keep coming, each day, and each day they didn't seem to mind or notice her staring through the window, as all they saw, was dust, and all they ever seemed to take account of in the house, was her mother, and how her mother would only leave once a year. Her birthday.
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