The House That Kept Repeating Itself
The first time the house repeated itself, Edmund told himself it was a coincidence. He was walking through the upstairs hall, past the door to the master bedroom, and he saw his father sitting in the chair by the window, the same chair he had sat in every morning for as long as Edmund could remember, looking out at the same stretch of river. Nothing strange about that. It was a routine. But the...
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