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The ceiling cracked. That was the first sign. It did not start with a sound. It started with a hairline fracture running from the water stain above the radiator to the corner where the wallpaper peeled. I saw it before the others did. I am a man who sees the fractures. My name is Elias, and I have been the town’s keeper of secrets for forty years. But today, the secret was in the plaster. The...
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