The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The iron gate of the Holloway estate did not creak; it hummed, a low, vibratory thrum that you felt in your teeth before you heard it with your ears. You were twelve, thin as a reed, and hungry in the way that is not merely physical but spiritual, a hollowing out of the self. The year was 1642, or perhaps 1643, for time had become a slippery eel in this valley, curling and uncurling around the...

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