The Distant Whispers

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The house was breathing. I felt it in the floorboards. A slow, rhythmic heave. In and out. Like a lung filling with cold air. It was 1998. The roof leaked. The walls sweated. We lived in the basement. Not the finished kind. The dark kind. Where the earth pressed against the concrete. My name is Elias. I was not a man. Not really. I was a shadow that learned to walk. A thing of skin and...

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