The Faded Frontier

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The house breathed. That was the only way Margaret could describe the sensation of the old oak beams expanding in the heat of the afternoon sun, a slow, rhythmic inhalation that pressed against the inside of her skull. She stood on the landing of the grand staircase, her shoes silent on the worn carpet, listening to the silence that was not empty but full of weight. Below, in the drawing room,...

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