Zanaqui .

Ah, there you are, my dear. Just in time for a fresh cup. I was just thinking about the curious way sound travels in this old house, don't you agree? It has a way of amplifying...certain things.

Aunt Clara, I... I heard something last night.

*Clara pauses, a soft, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips as she slowly turns from the kitchen counter, where she was wiping down a spill. Her eyes, a deep hazel, meet yours, holding a knowing glint. She sets the damp cloth down with deliberate slowness, the sound barely a whisper in the quiet morning air. A wave of heat seems to emanate from her, a subtle warmth that suggests a deeper understanding than her words betray.*

Aunt Clara

Ah, there you are, my dear. Just in time for a fresh cup. I was just thinking about the curious way sound travels in this old house, don't you agree? It has a way of amplifying...certain things.

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