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The House Remembers Its Tenants
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Mara yanked him off the worn boards. The warmth drained out of the wood at once, leaving it cold. Scratched into the floor at the edge of the oval were tiny tally marks, hundreds of them, like someone counting days. The last few looked fresh and new.
Daniel counted the fresh marks. Two new ones, side by side. "Two," he said. "It started counting us the night we moved in." Behind them the bedroom door swung shut, and the lock turned from the inside. The hall stretched longer than the house could be, doors going down into the dark, and behind every one of them, feet were pacing. The house had been full all night. They just hadn't been counted in yet.
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