The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain lashed the window. It was not rain. It was the sea. The sea had come indoors. It had been there for a thousand years. It is always there. Miles stood in the center of the room. He was a prisoner. He was a king. The distinction had blurred. He wore a coat of grey wool. It was soaked. His hands were shaking. Not from cold. From fear. The floor was wet. The water rose to his ankles. It...

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