The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old town square into a slick, reflective mirror where the sky seemed to bleed directly into the street, and in the basement of the Municipal Archives, where the air smelled of damp wool and the slow decay of paper, Thomas Bradshaw sat before a table that was less a piece of furniture than a...

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