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"Sophie & The Story Collector" by _myst_queen
The hollow echo of someone knocking on her door made Sophie’s shoulders tense in irritation. Why couldn’t they just leave her alone? She was very busy these days. Working on potions… and… things. Nevertheless, she hunkered further into her spellbook. Perhaps if she read hard enough, the intruders would go away. Concentrating on the black-inked words of a new potion to rid gardens of Meepits, Sophie thought she’d been successful in deterring the unwanted guests from her swampy stoop. At the beginning of the week, she saw villagers approach her hut looking for help. “I’m busy!” she had yelled through the door. She was not busy. Not in the slightest. After harsh whispers amongst themselves, they finally dispersed and Sophie thought that was the end of that. Except two days later, another group trekked through the swamp. That time when they knocked on her door, she yelled, “Sophie’s not here!” She was there, but they really couldn’t catch the hint, could they? Thinking that was the last of that, Sophie nearly forgot the villagers of Neovia seemed to want her for something. “Miss Sophie? I know you’re in there,” a voice called out from the other side of the door. “It’s—It’s Alabaster Chesterdrawers?”

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