The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The house breathes, or it seems to, a slow and rhythmic exhalation that rattles the floorboards beneath your feet. You stand in the center of the grand foyer, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and old dust, and you listen to the silence that is not truly silent. "You are late, Margaret," the voice says, though no one is standing before you. It drifts from the shadows of the...

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