The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The bell rang. Three times. A sharp, metallic scream that cut through the fog. Thomas stood at the gate. His hands shook. He gripped the iron. It was cold. Colder than the stone. Colder than the dead. He was a tailor. A good one. His stitches were tight. His cuts were true. But tonight, he was not a tailor. He was a soldier. The mist swallowed the road. It crept into the yard. It touched his...

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