The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The dream was of water. Not the clear, cold water of a mountain stream, but the thick, brown sludge of a drained canal. It rose around Elias’s ankles. It climbed his shins. He did not fight it. He simply stood there, watching the silt swirl around his boots, waiting for the current to take him. This was his nightly vigil. The house, once a symbol of stability, now felt like a coffin built of...

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