The Wistful Cipher
The house is breathing. You know this. You have always known this. The walls expand in the heat of the afternoon and contract in the cold of the night. The floorboards groan under your weight. You are not afraid of the house. You are afraid of what the house is hiding. You are afraid of what you have found. You sit in the library. The chairs are high-backed and stiff. The air smells of dust and...
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