Millie’s tone carried gravity as she beckoned, “Enter.”

Gentleness has no place for those with nefarious intentions.

Beside Mae, Bria nudged her forward with a hushed assurance.

“Do not yield to fear. Proceed.”

Summoning her courage, Mae crossed the threshold.

“Mrs. Thomas, how may I be of service?”

led you to

word a targeted arrow piercing

a tremor bom of

Thomas. I am unaware of the circumstances. I beseech

herself struck dumb. Mae projected fear, yet defiance simmered beneath her timid

a scapegoat. You must have noted Mae’s recent

stepped forth, a defender

Bria?

for Mae, taking

Mae and I shared company recently. She is not accountable for the porcelain’s demise. I attest on her behalf. Mrs.

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