The Distant Ghost
The house breathes. You have always known this, though you cannot prove it to the world, cannot explain why the floorboards sigh like old men clearing their throats, or why the shadows in the corner of the dining room seem to detach themselves from the wallpaper when the wind picks up against the shutters. You sit at the head of the table, the one that was once polished to a mirror shine by...
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