The Wistful Incense

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The house is breathing, you realize, or perhaps it is only the wind moving through the eaves, but the rhythm is too steady, too deliberate, like the rise and fall of a chest that has forgotten how to stop. You are standing in the center of the grand hall, surrounded by the remnants of a dinner party that has not officially ended but has certainly stopped, the guests having melted into the...

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