The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The banquet hall of the Ashworth Estate did not smell of roasted pheasant or spiced wine, but of ozone and wet, rotting earth, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a physical weight. It was a feast of shadows, a grotesque parody of Victorian opulence where the chandeliers were hung not with crystal but with clusters of pulsing, bioluminescent fungi that cast a sickly, violet glow...

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