The Wistful Witness

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The house is dying. You see it in the way the porch sags, a slow, inevitable surrender to the earth. You are the keeper. You have been the keeper for forty years. The wood is gray now. The varnish has cracked and peeled, curling away like dead skin. You touch it. It is rough. It is cold. You feel the grain. You know every knot. You know every rot. The wind comes from the north. It howls through...

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