The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The soot was already in my lungs, a gritty sediment that settled into the crevices of my chest and made every breath feel like an act of deliberate violation, as I stood in the center of the grand foyer of the Ashworth estate, watching the fire consume the portrait of Sir Arthur, my mentor, my father, and the man who had taught me that the truth was a thing you could hold in your hand if you...

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