The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a grey, relentless curtain that blurred the edges of the moor and turned the ancient lane into a river of mud and memory, where Margaret Holloway walked with a rhythm that was less a gait than a slow, deliberate surrender to the weight of her own bones, the soles of her boots sinking deep into the soft, sucking earth as if the land itself were...

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