The Distant Cartograph
The house had a way of breathing, a slow, wet expansion and contraction that I could feel in the soles of my feet even when I stood perfectly still on the hardwood of the landing, and I had spent so many years listening to that breath that I had forgotten the sound of my own, until the silence became a kind of pressure against my eardrums, a physical weight that made me want to scream but I...
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