Allyson Clark

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Sound was missing, very missing. Now the newness of the house took on a sinister aspect. It had taken sleep to help her realize how inhuman, maybe even violent, an extremely soundproofed new house was. The floors didn’t squeak to reassure her of another person’s presence or warn her, either. The plumbing didn’t groan, the doors opened and shut on soundless hinges.
The Mighty Red
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