The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the red clay roads of the valley into a thick, sucking sludge that swallowed the wheels of the carriage whole. Margaret Holloway sat in the back, her spine rigid against the worn leather seat, watching the world blur into a grey smear through the mud-splattered window. She was leaving the sanctuary of her father’s house, the place where the air...

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