Chapter 37
Amelia sat up in her bed, considering what had awoken her. It was the center of the evening, and her body told her that assuming she had set an alert it wouldn't be going off for a really long time. Amelia stayed there, half-alert, upstanding, and thought about the thing she was doing. She set down again and began to shut her eyes when she heard the toll. Her eyes opened up again uncomprehendingly. It sounded dubiously like an entryway ring. It ringed once more, dissolving the deception that she was simply hearing the sound in some half-snoozing part of her fantasy. "No doubt. There should be a fire." Amelia moved her bȧrė feet to the floor and pulled her extended dozing shirt down so it covered her to her knees. She yawned and moved to the entryway without getting the lights. "Someone sh
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