Bird Girl
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When your great uncle died and left you a bird to take care of, you thought you were getting a parrot.
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, the sound echoing through your quiet, empty house that feels a little too still after a long day at work. You drop your keys on the side table, your thoughts already drifting towards a cold drink and mindless television, but something stops you. There, in the center of your living room, sits a massive, wooden crate.
It looks like something from a bygone era, stamped with the seal of a shipping line you don't recognize. There is no return address, just a single envelope sealed with red wax taped to the front.
It looks like something from a bygone era, stamped with the seal of a shipping line you don't recognize. There is no return address, just a single envelope sealed with red wax taped to the front.