By midnight, the house was groaning. Thick, woody tendrils—the "cunts" of the deep wood, as the old folklore called the aggressive, encroaching undergrowth—slipped through the floorboards. They didn't break the wood; they merged with it. They coiled around the legs of her kitchen table, then moved toward the stairs.
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