The Faded Guest
The train slows. You step onto the platform at Harrowgate. The air is thick with coal smoke and the damp rot of autumn leaves. You are a guest here. You carry a suitcase. It is old. The leather is cracked. The brass latches are dull. You do not look at them. You know their weight. You know their history. You walk toward the inn. The Innkeeper, a man named Silas, watches you from the door. He...
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