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It is one of those late fall nights when the wind is blowing and blowing outside, a constant dull roar punctuated by the creaking of the house around me.

The house has stood for 140 years, so I tell myself that tonight is unlikely to be the night when it blows away, but the wind still makes me nervous, like it is trying to pull at everything and will not let up.

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