Reading Aloud

The stillness’s

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The house was forty feet wide outside and thirty-six inside.
She noticed on the second day. She noticed things. Her husband called it a habit. Four feet missing along the east wall, between the study and the stairs. She paced it twice. Same answer.

Mara knew the dream by now. The theater always smelled like dust and cold coffee, and the curtain was always about to rise.