The Wistful Letter

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The house did not sleep; it merely held its breath, a vast, crouching thing of blackened timber and rotting plaster that seemed to lean inward as if trying to swallow the moonlight that dared to touch its eaves. I stood in the center of the main hall, my hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the floorboards but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had accumulated...

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