The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

You are standing at the edge of the black water, and the mist is so thick it feels less like weather and more like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums, muffling the world into a grey, silent hum. The air tastes of iron and old rain, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and refuses to leave, and you know, with the cold certainty that lives in the bones, that you have...

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