The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The fog did not roll in; it rose from the cobblestones of the old city, a thick, white breath that smelled of wet stone and old iron, swallowing the spires of the cathedral until they were nothing but ghostly suggestions against the grey sky. Thomas sat on the cold step of his family’s modest shop, the one that sold candles and small, cheap trinkets to the tourists who still dared to walk the...

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