The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the house on the hill, a steady, rhythmic pounding that filled the silence between words. I stood by the window, watching the gray curtain fall over the valley. The mist clung to the pines, softening the world into a watercolor sketch of itself. "You are staring again," said Thomas. His voice was low, rough with...

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