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Rose Rose put the television on mute and strained her delicate ears against the storm that pounded on her roof and howled throughout her old house, in an attempt to make out where the noise was coming from. As she did this she stared out of the window and could see the thick fog strangling her house. Again, she heard a thump, more gentle this time. It seemed to be coming from the cellar. It was as though someone had knocked something over, like a book onto the floor, but there were no books in the cellar to her knowledge. Rose tightly gripped the arms of her chair and wished that her husband did not have to leave her alone on nights like this, or any night. He knew that she had a fear of storms. He also knew that she had a wild imagination. Rose met her love, James, when they used...

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