The Faded Guest

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2026-08-20 01:31:26 -

The Faded Guest

The fog rolled in from the moor. It tasted of iron and wet stone. Thomas stood at the gate. He held the lantern. The glass was cracked. The flame sputtered. It was a dying thing. He watched it shake. He knew it would go out soon. The castle loomed above him. It was a beast of grey rock. It had no eyes. It had no mouth. It only watched. The wind hit his chest. It pushed him back. He did not...

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