The Wistful Cipher

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2026-08-20 01:40:37 -

The house was breathing. I could feel it in the floorboards, a slow, rhythmic expansion of the oak under my feet. It was a large, old house, the kind that swallowed light and exhaled dust. My name is Arthur. I am a structural engineer. I deal in load-bearing walls and tensile strength. I do not deal in ghosts. But then, I had not dealt in silence before either. Not the kind that has weight....

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