The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The house was dying. Not rotting, which would have been a mercy, but dying. The plaster peeled in long, grey strips that hung like dead skin. The wallpaper, once a cheerful yellow, had faded to the color of old tooth. Margot stood in the center of the attic, her boots sinking into the dust. It was quiet up here. A heavy, suffocating silence that pressed against her eardrums. "Are you...

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