The Wistful Silence

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The house stood at the end of the lane like a tooth waiting to be pulled, its white paint peeling in long, curling strips that revealed the dark, rotting wood beneath. It was a structure of aggressive symmetry, four windows on the front, four on the back, all aligned with a precision that felt less like architecture and more like a cage. Margaret Holloway sat in the kitchen, her boots still...

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