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THE SOUND OF A KNOCK AT THE DOOR ------ something simple and innocent, but enduringly haunting to Elsa’s tired mind. she had no roommate, no friends. her phone screen bit into her eyes. it was 1:30 am. what reason had anyone to be at her door now? her hands trembled at her sides, legs weak as she moved to undo the lock.
her panic half-eased when the opened door revealed only a dark-haired girl. the confusion and agitation at being stirred endured, though. her ton was clipped, but she smoothed it as much as her fatigue allowed. “ can I help you? ”











