The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

I woke with the taste of wet earth on my tongue and the sound of the rain hammering against the leaded glass of the window, a rhythmic, insistent drumming that seemed to vibrate through the very bones of my skull. I lay still for a long moment, listening to the storm rage outside the high walls of Blackwood Hall, feeling the dampness seep into the floorboards beneath my bare feet, a coldness...

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