The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The velvet was green. Deep, arterial green. It had once been the color of new blood, or perhaps the deep sea. Now it was the color of dried moss. It sat on the chair by the window. I wore it. I always wore it. It was heavy. Too heavy for the heat. The court was a furnace. The air tasted of copper and rotting flowers. We were the guests. Or so they said. Lord Ashworth smiled. His teeth were...

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