The Distant Whispers
"You have no right to enter this house," I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands, standing at the threshold where the darkness of the hallway met the dim, amber light of the kitchen that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The woman before me, Margaret, did not flinch; she merely looked at me with eyes that held the weight of centuries, eyes that were not quite human, eyes...
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