The house whispered with every step. The hardwood floors creaked and shushed his tiptoes despite how carefully his ankles were planted. He could feel the heat coming from the air vent hidden beneath the stairwell. It exhaled warmth from the radiator--creeping along the floor, licking his toes, and flowing quietly into the legs of his flannel
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