The Distant Legend
The house was not merely a structure of brick and timber but a living, breathing membrane that Maren had spent the last three years trying to heal, a vast and intricate organism whose veins were the copper pipes and whose arteries were the old oak beams that groaned under the weight of the silence she had curated so carefully, so obsessively, for the sake of the ghost who lived in the walls. It...
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