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unding harder than I would have liked. The rain had finally stopped, but the humidity lingered in the air, creating a palpable tension. I r

tense gaze, too piercing, seemed capable of seeing through me, and it had disturbed me more than once. There were times I wondered if I truly understood her. It wasn't just her beauty that captivated me;

er pale complexion accentuated by the soft light from the entrance. Her brown hair, damp from the rain t

t, but the tone carried a certainty, one that s

ry effort not to show it. "Claire, I need to ask you

notice the natural elegance in her movements. Every gesture seemed calculated, each movement pr

that revealed a distinct taste for art. The main room, spacious and bathed in light, was carefully decorated. Yet, there was somethi

e, crossing her legs with a slow, almost theatrical motion. Her gaze fixed on me

m here, Claire. I need to understand. Not everything adds up... your alibis, your st

ng on her lips. "I've already told you everything I know

ut more sharply than I had intended. I took a dee

e from her. She remained calm, observing eve

about. I paused for a moment in front of a painting. A dark, tormented piece, almost macabre, that radiated a mal