The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into slick mirrors. I sat in my study, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and the metallic tang of the instruments laid out on my desk. I was a doctor, or at least I had been for twenty years. Now, I was merely a man trying to understand why the...

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