The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the world outside the window of the Blackwood Manor into a blur of weeping willows and muddy earth. I stood in the foyer, my coat dripping onto the Persian rug, feeling the cold seep through my socks and into the marrow of my bones. I am not a man who enjoys houses; I am a man who finds the architecture of a life...

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