The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain was not water but a heavy, gray silt that clogged the windows of the tower, turning the world outside into a muddy smear of indistinguishable shapes, and I stood there with my back against the cold stone, holding the heavy, velvet-wrapped bundle in my arms as if it were a newborn child, though the weight of it told me it was something far older, something that had been dead for a...

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