The Distant Legend

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2026-08-18 16:08:21 -

The house breathed. It was a shallow, wet exhalation. Dust motes danced in the slant of afternoon light. They hung suspended. Like ghosts. Eleanor sat in the center of the room. The floorboards groaned beneath her. They felt like ribs. She pressed her palm flat against the oak. Cold. Hard. Unyielding. The mirror across the room shattered. Not from impact. Not from wind. It simply decided to...

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