The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the air in the attic smelled of wet wool and old paper, a scent that seemed to settle into my lungs and stay there, heavy and grey. I sat on the floor, my back against the cold brick, watching the water drip from the eaves below into the puddle that had grown in the courtyard. It was a strange kind of quiet, not the silence of an empty room but the...

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