The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

We stood in the great hall of the Whitmore Estate, a cavernous expanse of polished oak and dust motes dancing in the shafts of amber afternoon light that pierced the high, arched windows, and I could feel the weight of the silence pressing against my eardrums like the deep ocean, a suffocating pressure that made my knees tremble beneath the wool of my trousers, while you, Arthur, stood by the...

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