The Wistful Voyage

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The house held its breath, a vast, hollowed-out lung of oak and slate, waiting for the air to move through it. You stood in the center of the drawing room, the floorboards creaking under the weight of your history, and the silence was not empty but thick, saturated with the presence of things that had no name. It was a night without moon, the darkness pressing against the windows like a damp...

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