The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The storm did not break over the town of Oakhaven so much as it consumed the horizon, swallowing the distant line of the Appalachian foothills in a churning violet haze that smelled of wet stone and ozone. You stood at the edge of the county road, your hands gripping the rusted guardrail until the metal bit into your palms, feeling the vibration of the earth beneath your boots. It was a Tuesday...

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