The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The dream began, as it always did in the sterile, humming silence of the sub-basement, with the sensation of being submerged not in water, but in a thick, viscous layer of dust that had settled over the last three decades, a grey patina that coated the lungs and the conscience alike, turning the air into something heavy and edible. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the archive room, a...

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