Crossing the threshold
Emma froze, his words pinning her in place. Unsure how to respond, she admitted softly that she had a theory but wasn’t completely certain yet. Edgar gave a slow, steady nod, his face unreadable. Without hesitation, he stepped aside, holding the door open with quiet finality. “Come inside,” he said, voice calm but heavy with promise, “and I’ll tell you everything you’re looking for.” Emma’s heart pounded as she crossed the threshold.
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