The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The house was breathing. It was a slow, rhythmic expansion of the plaster walls. The air tasted of wet dust and old paper. Elias sat in the armchair. The leather was cracked. It mapped his history in fine, dry lines. He did not look up. He was listening. The floorboards creaked in the hall. A footstep. Then another. They were light. Careful. Elias held the brass key. It was warm in his palm. It...

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