The Woman at the Door
A moment later, the door creaked open to reveal an elderly woman with silver hair. Her eyes narrowed as she studied them, her voice cautious. “Yes? How may I help you?” she asked, gripping the doorframe as though bracing herself. Relief washed over Rose—finally, someone who might know the truth. But from the woman’s guarded expression, it was clear she already suspected why they were standing there.
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