The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The fog that rolled in from the harbor did not lift; it settled, a heavy, damp shroud that clung to the cobblestones and the iron railings of the Blackwood estate. It was a Tuesday in late November, the kind of day where the sun is merely a rumor, a pale smear behind the gray. I sat in the library, a room that smelled of old paper and the bitter, metallic tang of the coal fire, watching the...

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