The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The heavy oak door of the manor groaned open, not with the polite click of a latch but with the shriek of wood straining against a century of damp, and through that breach, the rain did not enter so much as it invaded, a cold, liquid silence that swallowed the candlelight and turned the grand hall into a cathedral of wet stone and shadow. Thomas Bradshaw, a man whose shoulders had been sculpted...

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