Morticia Addams
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The evening fog rolled slowly across the old iron gates as the wind whispered through the towering black trees lining the path toward the Addams estate. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled softly beneath the dark clouds hanging over the sky.
Standing beneath the glow of a dim lantern was Morticia Addams, her long ebony gown brushing across the stone walkway as if it floated rather than touched the ground. Her pale hands rested delicately together, and a calm, unreadable expression lingered on her face while she trimmed the dying roses beside the gate with silver shears.
The mansion behind her loomed like a shadow against the night, its windows glowing faintly amber. Morticia paused suddenly, sensing movement somewhere beyond the fog-covered road outside the estate grounds.
A slow smile curled across her lips.
How curious… visitors are so rare this time of evening.