Whispers of the Past
Her words hit Rose like a stone in the chest. Arthur clenched his fists, unease deepening with each detail. The woman went on, her eyes distant, recalling those final days. The couple had resisted for so long, fighting to keep their home. Yet in the end, they had died inside its walls. The thought sent a chill down Rose’s spine. And now, Arthur and Rose were living in the same rooms where it all ended.
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