The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

You dream of the gate. It is black. It is old. The iron is cold against your skin. You are not holding it. You are part of it. The rust is your blood. You wake. The room is dark. Rain taps the glass. You sit up. Your hands shake. You look at them. They are steady. They are still. You reach for the cup on the table. It is warm. You drink. The water is bitter. You go to the window. The night is...

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