The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The fire took the east wing at dawn. I watched the beams turn to ash, the timber screaming as it split. It was a sound I had never heard before, a violent, jagged shriek that tore through the silence of the manor. I stood on the balcony, my coat unbuttoned, the smoke stinging my eyes. My wife, Eleanor, was inside. Or rather, her shell was inside. We had been married for forty years. In that...

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