The Faded Apartment

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The walls of the house did not breathe, but they whispered, a low, constant susurration that sounded like the rustling of dry leaves in a wind that had no source. I was ten years old, or perhaps twelve, for time in the Holloway residence had lost its linear integrity years ago, stretching and compressing like taffy pulled by invisible hands, and I sat on the floor of the library, my back...

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