The Distant Affair
The house had been breathing for three days, a slow, tidal expansion of the joists and the floorboards that Gregory Vane felt in his teeth before he heard it with his ears, a rhythmic creaking that sounded like the grinding of millstones deep within the earth, a mechanical respiration that defied the static laws of architecture and engineering which he had spent forty years mastering,...
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