The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The house stood at the end of the lane like a jagged tooth of stone, its Victorian gables piercing the grey, industrial smog that hung heavy over the valley of Blackwood, a place where the air tasted of coal dust and wet wool, and where the silence was not an absence of sound but a physical weight pressing against the eardrums, a silence that had settled into the very foundations of the...

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