The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-22 00:19:05 -

The house was breathing. That was the only way to describe it. A slow, wet inhalation through the cracks in the plaster, a shudder that traveled from the foundation up to the shingles. Elias sat on the edge of his bed, feet dangling. He was awake. He had been awake for three days. The walls were sweating. Condensation rolled down the wallpaper in thick, ugly tears. He looked at the door. It was...

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