The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The door closed with a sound like a bone breaking. It was a thin sound. Dry. Final. Thomas stood in the corridor of the Blackwood Manor. The air smelled of stale wax and rot. He held his hat in his hand. The felt was damp. Rain had been falling for three days. It fell on the stones. It fell on the dead ivy. It fell on Thomas’s face. He was leaving. He had packed his bag the night before. It was...

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