The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The house was dying, and you were the one who had to let it go. You stood in the center of the hallway, the air thick with the scent of wet plaster and old wood, feeling the weight of the structure pressing down on your shoulders not as a physical burden but as a memory that refused to fade. The walls were not walls anymore; they were membranes, breathing slowly in and out, a rhythm that...

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