The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-19 09:27:09 -

The house is dead. You know this. The walls breathe in. The floorboards creak out. It is not a house. It is a mouth. You are inside it. You are eating it. Or it is eating you. The distinction is gone. The heat is thick. It smells of wet wool and copper. You are sitting at the kitchen table. The wood is slick with sweat. Your hands are on the table. They are not your hands. They are brown. They...

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