ROSE. (18+)

12.Am. Rosemary stood still by the white wooden door, trying not to breathe too hard. The hallway, dimly lit by the recessed light reflecting from the antechamber stood still with her. She could hear the clock ticking in the distance – tick tock, tick tock, reminding her of the twenty minutes she had spent, standing...

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