The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain fell on the moor like a grey shroud, heavy and cold, soaking into the wool of Thomas Bradshaw’s coat. He walked with a limp that had grown worse over the last decade, his boots creaking against the wet clay of the path that led to the village of Oakhaven. The air smelled of turned earth and decaying leaves, a scent that clung to his lungs like a memory he could not shed. He carried...

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