The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The house smelled of damp wool and old iron. Margaret sat by the window. The rain tapped against the glass. It was a steady, rhythmic sound. She watched the droplets slide down. They joined others. They fell into the mud below. Her daughter, Clara, was in the cellar. Clara was working. She had been working for three days. She did not eat. She did not sleep. She only spoke to the shadow. The...

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