The Distant Garden

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The house breathed. That was the only way I could describe it, the way the old Victorian structure in which I had been exiled to manage the estate’s accounts for my ailing uncle, seemed to inhale and exhale in time with the wind that whipped off the moors. It was a subtle rhythm, felt more in the marrow of my bones than in the ears, a low, thrumming vibration that settled beneath the...

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