The Wistful Cipher

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The house was a skeleton. I knew it before I saw it. The wind hummed in the rafters. A low, grinding sound. Like teeth on glass. I stood at the threshold. My boots were muddy. The mud was black. It clung to the rubber. It felt heavy. It felt wrong. My name is Arthur. I am a surveyor. I measure land. I measure value. I do not measure ghosts. But today, the line blurred. I was here for the...

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