The Distant Garden

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The house breathed, a slow and rhythmic expansion of the timber frame that I felt in the soles of my feet before I heard it in the air. It was not the settling of old wood, nor the groan of foundations shifting under the weight of snow, but something deliberate, a inhalation that drew the dust motes into a swirling vortex around the chandelier. I sat in the high-backed chair by the window, my...

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