The Faded Guest
The roof gave way before the rain did. You heard it first. A groan, deep in the timber, like a throat clearing for a scream. Then the splinter. Then the collapse. Dust billowed into the grey light of the cellar. You stood in the center of the stone floor, watching the ceiling crumble into the void where your father’s workshop used to be. The house is dying. You have known it for years, but...
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