The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

"Do you hear it, Elias? The walls are breathing." I looked up from the caliper in my hand. The sound was there, a low, wet friction in the corner of the room, like a tongue dragging against wet limestone. It was not the wind. The wind in Oakhaven was a clean, salt-spray whistle that cut through the eaves; this was something thicker, a creak of organic matter settling into itself. I set the...

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