The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the high, leaded windows of the Ashworth manor, blurring the world outside into a watercolor smear of indistinct trees and wet gravel, while inside, the air was thick with the scent of dust, old paper, and the faint, metallic tang of the porcelain shard that Elias kept turning over in his palm as if it were a...

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