The old man seated near the doorway shifted against the wall, clearing his throat quietly before speaking. His voice was low and cautious in the stillness of the room."If she needs to know the truth," the old man said, looking across the floor toward Rachel, "maybe it is time. We should take her out to the back. She needs to see the compound. She needs to see the stones."Rachel raised her head slowly, her face tightening with immediate objection. She shook her head, her hands reaching out in a defensive gesture."No," Rachel said, her voice strained and sharp. "Not now. It is already getting late, and she has been through too much today. Look at her. She is frightened, she is exhausted. She cannot handle walking out there right now."She looked directly at me, her eyes pleading for me to understand."Amara, listen to me," Rachel urged softly. "Wait until the morning. Sleep first. In the daylight, we can go out to the graves together."I stared at her, the blood roaring in my ears. S
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