The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The carriage pulled up to the manor just as the last light surrendered to the November fog. Henry Ashworth stood at the front door, his hand resting on the brass knob for a moment longer than necessary. He told himself it was only to steady his breathing. The cold had seeped into his bones somewhere between London and this crumbling estate in the Yorkshire moors, and he had not felt truly warm...

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