The Distant Whispers

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The roof gave way at dawn. Not with a crash. Not with the roar of timber splitting. It simply sighed. A long, shuddering exhalation of dust and rot. You were standing in the kitchen. Your coffee was cold. You watched the ceiling collapse onto the floorboards. Planks cracked. Wallpaper peeled. The world inside the box you had built for yourself fell apart in a cloud of grey ash. You did not...

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