“I realize the house is, for once, completely unoccupied upstairs, waiting to be haunted- and so I comply. I step into the bed-rooms, caress goat-haired shawls and challis dresses, sniff out ear wax on pillows, sneeze on Mrs. Fancey’s gold leaf hair powder so that it sprays across the looking glass, a fairy’s tuberculosis.”
— Jul 12, 2025 02:26PM
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