The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The dream began with the smell of wet stone and old ink. Elias stood in the center of the hall. It was a library, but not of this world. The shelves rose like cliffs, disappearing into a mist that hung low to the floor. The books were bound in leather that looked like skin, or perhaps dried leaves. They did not have titles. They had no words on the spines. Elias knew this was wrong. He knew he...

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