The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray veil that blurred the sharp edges of the mill town and dissolved the distant chimneys into ghosts of soot and steam, while young Thomas Ashworth ran through the mud with his lungs burning and his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird, chasing a single, impossible thing. He was ten years old, a child of the...

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