followed by an unknown man’s voice. “Could there be a draft across that doorway?” “A draft? In Hill House?” A young woman laughed, but not any of the three of us. “Not unless you could manage to make one of those doors stay open.” “What the fuck—” murmured Nisa. I grabbed her hand. “Shut up.” “The very essence of the tomb.” Static momentarily drowned the man’s voice. “… the heart of the house.”
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