The Beauregard house spoke.

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It was not a metaphor. The walls literally spoke—low, murmuring voices that moved through the plaster and lath like water through cracked stone, speaking in languages that Seraphina did not know but somehow understood. They spoke of debts and obligations and the weight of blood, and they spoke at night, when the humidity rose and the pines outside the windows groaned like something trying to...

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