The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The house was breathing. Not metaphorically. Not the settling of old pipes or the wind whistling through a cracked windowpane. The walls expanded. The floorboards groaned under a weight that was not there. I felt it in my teeth. A low, rhythmic hum. Like a fridge that had been running for a hundred years and was finally dying. We lived in the Holloway estate. It sat on the edge of the moor, a...

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