A silent standoff
“Please, I don’t mean any harm,” she said softly, standing just a few feet from the door. The air smelled faintly of woodsmoke, warm and alive. But there was still no sound, no sign that anyone inside had heard her. Suzan’s pulse raced as she scanned the empty windows. Whoever was in there, they didn’t want her to know it.
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