The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world until the boundary between the forest and the sky dissolved into a single, breathing mist. I was running, my lungs burning with a sharp, metallic taste, my boots slipping on the slick, dark moss that coated the ancient oaks. Behind me, the silence was not empty but heavy, a physical weight...

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