Listening with a frown
The old woman paused for a moment after Sarah mentioned the hidden door. Her eyes, usually sharp despite her age, seemed to lose focus, drifting downward. “I don’t know anything about a door,” she murmured. “This house… it’s old. It makes noises.” She waved off their concerns with a shaky hand, avoiding eye contact. Sarah frowned, sensing the old woman wasn’t telling the whole truth.
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