The Wistful Crossroads

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The house breathed. That is the only way to describe it. A slow, tidal expansion of the floorboards, a creak in the joists that sounded less like wood settling and more like a lung filling with stale air. I stood in the hallway of the Whitmore estate, my notebook open, my pen hovering. I had come here to solve a puzzle. A simple one, or so the police file suggested. A missing person. A locked...

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