The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The bell rang. It was not a sound of metal striking metal. It was a sound of bone. Thomas sat in the corner. The room was small. The walls were stone. The stone was cold. The cold went into his skin. It went into his blood. He did not shiver. He had forgotten how to shiver. He sat on the wooden bench. The wood was smooth. It was worn by many knees. He was the last of the many. He was the first...

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