On a cold afternoon in a cold little town, where everywhere you looked was either the white of snow or the black of soot from chimneys, Annabelle found a box full of yarn of every color. It seemed like an ordinary box. But it turned out it wasn't.
On a cold afternoon in a cold little town, where everywhere you looked was either the white of snow or the black of soot from chimneys, Annabelle found a box full of yarn of every color. It seemed like an ordinary box. But it turned out it wasn't.
