The Golden Crossing

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The house breathes. You feel it against the back of your neck, a slow, wet inhalation that pulls the air from your lungs and holds it there. You are standing in the foyer. The floorboards are creaking, not from your weight, but from the settling of the bones of the house itself. It is late, or perhaps early. Time has lost its grip here. The clock on the mantel has no hands. It is just a white...

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