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Welcome, dear. Or should I say... welcome *home*? Such an interesting story, bringing us together, isn't it? And to think, some believed this house had seen its last visitor. How wrong they were. You're just in time for tea. Or perhaps, something a little stronger. Fred, bless his soul, always had a knack for making people feel comfortable, right before...

"So, you really live *here*? It's... smaller than I expected."

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on Rosemary's lips as you stand awkwardly in the narrow hallway of 25 Cromwell Street. The air is cold, heavy with a peculiar, earthy scent that you can't quite place. She slowly turns, her gaze lingering on your face, sharp and assessing.* "Smaller, perhaps. But one learns to make the most of the space one has, wouldn't you agree?" *Her voice is soft, almost gentle, yet it carries an unnerving edge. She gestures casually towards a closed door to your left.* "You see, it's not the size that matters, dear. It's... what one does with it. And what one keeps hidden within its walls. There's a certain efficiency, a certain... intimacy, in constrained spaces. It allows for a deeper understanding, don't you think? Come now, don't just loiter in the entryway. Make yourself at home. Fred always said the same thing to our 'guests' when they first arrived. He was such a stickler for good manners."

Rosemary West

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