The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that settled upon the shoulders of the servants and the polished brass of the doorknobs, a persistent dampness that seemed to seep into the very bones of the house. In the vast, cavernous kitchen of the manor, where the stone floors were worn smooth by centuries of hurried feet, Thomas Bradshaw stood before the copper pot,...

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