The Distant Whispers

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The house holds its breath. You know this. You have always known this. It is a quality of the air, thick and stale, like the inside of a sealed jar. You sit in the chair by the window. The light is failing. Outside, the garden is a tangle of weeds and dead wood. The house is old. Older than you. Older than the trees. You are a clerk. You count numbers. You file papers. You go to the office in...

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