The Distant Legend

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2026-08-17 22:59:50 -

The house did not breathe. It sat, a monolith of slate and ash, anchored to the hillside like a tumor. Arthur Kline knew the floorboards by their groans. He mapped them in his head. A grid of creaks and silence. He was a surveyor of the domestic. An auditor of the mundane. His job was to ensure the walls stayed straight, the roofs stayed dry, the systems hummed. He was a man of maintenance. Of...

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