The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The air in the community hall smelled of damp wool and boiled cabbage, a thick, suffocating scent that clung to the back of your throat and refused to leave. You stood near the wall, your hands clasped so tightly that the knuckles had gone white, watching the crowd move in a slow, rhythmic dance around the long tables laden with plates of cold roast and stale bread. It was the annual harvest...

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