The house on Prytania Street had been empty since the day my...

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The house on Prytania Street had been empty since the day my grandfather died, which was the day it stopped breathing.

I know this sounds mad. I know that houses don't breathe. But I stood on the sidewalk and pressed my ear against the iron fence and heard it—a low, rhythmic sound like a giant sleeping in the cellar, and I knew then that the Thorne family had not merely lived in that house. The house had lived us. My name is Elias Thorne. I am twenty-nine years old, a lawyer from Chicago who came to New Orleans...

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