The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

I woke with the taste of iron and old dust in my mouth, the dream still clinging to my mind like a wet shroud. In the dream, I had seen the ledger. Not the book itself, but the truth it held, written in a script that burned the eyes if looked at too long. I sat up in the narrow bed, the straw mattress sighing beneath the weight of my confusion. The room was dim, lit only by the pale gray light...

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