The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain does not fall so much as it is exhaled by the sky, a persistent, gray breath that slicks the cobblestones of the industrial quarter and seeps into the very bones of the old textile mill where you have spent the last forty years of your life, a ghost in the machine, a scholar of steam and rust who has forgotten how to be human. You stand now in the central atrium, the air thick with the...

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