The Distant Nightmare

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The house was breathing. Not in the way a living thing breathes. Not with a chest that rises and falls. It breathed with the wood. The floorboards sighed under his boots. The walls groaned in the draft. It was an old house. Older than the family. Older, perhaps, than the name on the deed. Silas sat in the chair by the window. He did not move. He had not moved in three days. His uniform hung on...

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