The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the streets of the old mill town into a slurry of mud and broken leaves, and I sat in the back of my workshop, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and the slow, sweet rot of wood, holding the ceramic bowl in my hands. It was a simple thing, a rough-hewn piece of stoneware glazed in a deep, bruised blue, but to...

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