‘You mean you want to come in and look around, or something?’ He nodded gratefully. ‘It’s a terrible imposition, I know, but I would appreciate being able to do so immensely. This house holds such special memories for me, you see.’ Again, his tone was so ostentatiously formal that I almost laughed. But I didn’t, because the idea of having this man in my house set my nerves on edge. He was dressed so properly, and his manner was so absurdly polite, that it all felt like some kind of disguise. Despite the apparent lack of physical threat, the man seemed dangerous. I could picture him stabbing
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Notice the tempo of the story. Something eventful happens, a rise up, and then there's emptier text to cool off the interaction.
