The Faded Portrait
The house breathed. It expanded in the cold nights and contracted in the heat, a vast, organic lung filled with dust and memory. Dr. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the atrium, his fingers tracing the grain of the oak floorboards. He was a man of precise habits and quiet anxieties, a structural engineer who had spent thirty years calculating the load-bearing capacity of bridges and towers....
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