I knew he’d started some renovations to the upper floors, but that hadn’t carried on down here. Not a single thing is different to how it was then. There’s some comfort in that, I find. Some sort of morbid nostalgia that I assumed had died in me a long time ago. It unsettles me. Makes me feel like a stranger in a place I know almost intimately, a place that felt as much a part of me as the heart in my chest.
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