The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The air in the room smelled of damp wool and ancient, dried lavender, a scent that seemed to hang suspended in the twilight like a heavy, invisible curtain. I did not know how I had arrived in this place, a vast, circular chamber of stone that defied the geometry of the world I knew, a world of rain-slicked pavements and grey London skies. Here, the light did not come from any source I could...

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