The Distant Legend
The house breathed. That is the only way I can describe the slow, rhythmic expansion of the walls in the pre-dawn hours, the way the floorboards seemed to stretch and contract with a deep, terrestrial sigh that had nothing to do with the changing seasons. We had lived in the Holloway estate for three years, long enough to map the quirks of its architecture, the cold spots in the library, the...
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