The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain falls hard on the slate. It drums against the windowpane. You are walking. The mud is deep. It sucks at your boots. You carry the box. It is heavy. The wood is old. The iron bands are rusted. You know what is inside. You have always known. The key is in your pocket. It is cold. It cuts your palm. You do not stop. You cannot stop. The house waits at the end of the lane. It is large. It...

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