The Distant Metropolis

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The floorboards of the Ashworth house did not creak so much as they sighed, a low, wooden groan that traveled up through the soles of Clara’s feet and settled into the marrow of her bones, a constant, rhythmic reminder that the structure above was merely holding its breath, waiting for the wind to tear the roof away and scatter the shingles like dry leaves across the frozen yard outside. It was...

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