The Distant Garden

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The house was breathing. I felt it in the floorboards. A slow, rhythmic heave against my soles. Not wood. Something wetter. Something alive. I stood in the hall. My boots were heavy. The silence was thick. It tasted of copper and old rain. I was a man of the law. Or I had been. Now I was just a thing standing in a room that was eating itself. My sister was upstairs. I knew this. I didn’t hear...

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