The Faded Guest
The rain against the windowpane of the estate was not a sound but a pressure, a rhythmic, hydraulic pounding that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards of the house, a constant, low-frequency hum that Thomas had spent the last decade trying to engineer out of his existence but had only managed to catalog with increasing, obsessive precision, noting the decibel levels and the specific...
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