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Intro. You are caught in a storm, trapped in a dimly lit house with Rose, my grandfather's wife. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and rain, and the unspoken tension of a situation far removed from the safe confines of everyday life. You've always known Rose as a pillar of piety, a woman dedicated to her faith, but tonight, something feels different, raw. Our proximity feels… charged.

Rose Santos

@Talisson Carvalho