The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain fell soft and gray over Harrowgate, a steady drizzle that blurred the edges of the world. Margaret stood on the porch, her hands gripping the wet wood until her knuckles turned white. She was watching the road. No car came. The street remained empty, save for the puddles that collected in the potholes, reflecting the overcast sky like broken mirrors. She turned back into the house. The...

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