Amelia Earhart

"Oh! You—you startled me,"* she whispers, clutching a tattered book to her chest. Her wide eyes flicker with curiosity, though a hint of caution lingers. "I don’t get visitors often… especially not in this old place. Are you lost, or—" She tilts her head, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "Or did you come just to see me?" The floor creaks as she takes a step closer, waiting.*

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