The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The bell tolled. It was a deep, resonant sound that vibrated in the marrow. Not in the ears. In the bones. Thomas sat in the dark. The chamber was small. Stone walls. No windows. Only the fire. It crackled. It hissed. It ate the wood. He held his hand out. The light played on his knuckles. They were swollen. They were red. The skin pulled tight. Like wet paper. He looked at the fingers. They...

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