The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet stone and the heavy, suffocating weight of the blue velvet curtains that hung in the Great Hall of the manor, a structure so vast and old that the very air within it seemed to have forgotten how to move, settling instead into a thick, stagnant layer of dust and forgotten whispers that clung to the skin of the boy, Thomas, who stood...

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