The Wistful Cipher

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The rain stops. You stand on the porch. The air smells of wet iron and rot. Old Thomas is gone. His body is in the house. You are the investigator. You are the only one who can see. The town sleeps. The mist clings to the trees. You walk inside. The floorboards creak. They sing a low note. You know this house. You have lived in its shadow for ten years. The walls breathe. They do not. They are...

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