The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The dream was not of sleep but of stone, a heavy, cold geometry that pressed against the back of Arthur’s skull as he stood in the center of the county courthouse, a building that had been condemned for decades yet stood with an insolent, spectral permanence in the middle of the dry, cracked square where the town of Harrow’s End used to be. The air inside was thick with the scent of dust and...

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