The Wistful Cipher

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The house breathed. That was the first thing Elias noticed. Not the wind in the eaves, not the creak of the floorboards, but the house itself. It inhaled. The wallpaper rippled. The dust motes danced in a slow, deliberate waltz. He stood in the hallway, his suitcase by his feet. It was a small case. Brown leather. Scuffed at the corners. It held three shirts, a pair of trousers, and a book. A...

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