The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

You stand at the threshold of the house, though the house is not a house of brick and mortar, but a lattice of bone and whispering reeds that stretches into a fog so thick it tastes of copper and old rain. It is the year of the Long Silence, a time when the sun has forgotten its duties and the moon hangs like a pale, unblinking eye in a sky the color of bruised slate. You are the seeker, the...

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