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This was exactly the kind of house he’d daydreamed about as a kid, huge and rambling and just waiting to be explored. Yet Hill House pushed back against all that. Standing alone in the main hall, he felt it—like a hand shoved hard against his face, making it impossible for him to breathe, to see or call out for help…
A Haunting on the Hill
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