The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The dream was grey and thick, like wet wool. He walked through a field that had no horizon. The grass was tall and matted, pressing against his shins. It smelled of iron and old rain. He did not run. He walked. His feet did not make sound. In the distance, a house stood alone. It was white, but the paint was peeling away in long, dead strips. The windows were dark holes. He woke with the taste...

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