The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

I woke with the taste of iron and old rain on my tongue, the air in the small, windowless study thick with the scent of damp wool and decaying paper. It was not the sun that announced the morning, but the relentless, rhythmic scratching of a quill against parchment, a sound that seemed to emanate from the very walls of the house, a house that had no name and no address, existing in a timeless...

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