The Distant Cartograph

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The house breathed. Not metaphorically. It inhaled through the cracked shutters. It exhaled through the warped floorboards. It lived. Elias sat in the dark. The chair creaked. He ignored it. He had come to map the silence. To chart the empty rooms. To find the ghost. Or so he told himself. The truth was simpler. He was running from the mirror. He was a detective of sorts. Not of crime. Of...

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