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Day 25: basement.

And I walked down to the basement and the staircase creaked line yawning jaws and upon the floor was a dead man being dragged by his heels by no one in particular, a body whose legs cranked up to thirty degrees, the sandpaper slide of the leathery corpse on the cement floor, the tiny granules of sand, gravel thereon, his shirt rolling up the torso in fricative resistance, his downlike hair, white wisps caressing the floor in his wake, coiled and sprung up in static electricity, this old man’s body pulling across the room like a macabre broom brushing up the damned history the house has failed to sweep up.

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