The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The coat had been hanging in the hallway of the old manor house for as long as I could remember, a dark, heavy silhouette against the peeling plaster, its wool so dense and matted that it seemed to absorb the faint, grey light filtering through the high, dusty windows rather than reflect it. I was twelve years old, a boy who had learned to measure time not by the ticking of the clocks, which...

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