The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The dream always begins with the smell of roasted juniper and the wet, metallic tang of old iron, a scent that has permeated the marrow of my bones since I was a child hiding in the cellar of our ancestral home in the Scottish Highlands, watching the shadows dance against the stone while the wind screamed its ancient, hollow song outside. I am standing now in the vast, cavernous belly of the...

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