The Wistful Silence

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The house had a mouth, and it was open. I remember this first as a physical sensation, a draft that moved through the corridors with the persistence of a living thing, pulling at my skirts, tugging at the hem of my nightgown until I stood shivering in the center of the grand hall, the floorboards creaking under the weight of my stillness. It was late, or perhaps early; time had begun to fold in...

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