The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall. It hung. I stood on the ridge of the Blackwood. The air tasted of iron and wet rot. My boots slipped on the mud, thick as blood. I was not lost. I was not afraid. I was merely waiting. The wind tore at my coat. It pulled the threads loose. One by one. I let them go. I had come here to map the silence. That was my work. I am a scholar of the quiet places. I study the gaps...

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