The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the clay path leading to the estate of Thomas Bradshaw into a viscous, sucking mire that threatened to swallow the boots of anyone who dared traverse it. Bradshaw stood at the window of his study, a room that smelled of damp wool and old paper, watching the water streak down the glass in jagged, frantic lines. He was a man built for command, his...

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