The Wistful Mountain

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The house exhaled. That was the only word for it. A long, shuddering breath of cold air and damp wood that swept through the hallway, knocking a stack of blueprints off the desk. Elias stood in the center of the foyer, his flashlight beam cutting through the dust motes that hung suspended in the void. He was a man who measured the world in decibels and decibels alone. His job was to listen....

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