The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The old oak in the courtyard, whose branches had long since scraped against the slate roof of the infirmary, was speaking to you, or perhaps you were speaking to it, the distinction having blurred so completely in the damp, grey afternoon that you could no longer tell which of you was the one suffering from the tremors that had taken hold of your hands and, more insidiously, your sense of self,...

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