The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The mist did not rise so much as it exhaled, a slow, spectral breath that turned the manicured lawns of the Ashworth Estate into a ghostly grid of silver and void, and I stood at the edge of the conservatory glass, my breath fogging the pane in a small, defiant circle, watching the fog eat the world whole. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of rotting lilies and the metallic tang of my...

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