The Wistful Letter

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"Did you hear that, Eleanor? Did you hear the walls breathing?" I looked up from the loom, where the shuttle had stalled in mid-air, a pale bird trapped in the weave of indigo and black wool, and I tried to smile, but the muscles in my face felt like they had been packed with wet sand, heavy and unyielding, and I said, Yes, I heard it, it sounds like the old oak in the garden splitting under...

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