The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a grey, omnipresent damp that found the cracks in the mortar of the stone walls and the gaps in the timber frames of the house, settling into the bones of the place until the air itself tasted of wet chalk and old iron. I stood in the center of the hall, my boots leaving dark, muddy prints on the parquet floor that had been polished by generations of...

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