The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The fire started in the eaves of the old manor, a silent, orange blooming against the slate gray of the twilight sky. Arthur Penhaligon stood in the hallway, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, violent awareness that the house was dying. It was a grand death, too, the kind that suited a Victorian estate like this, with its high ceilings and peeling wallpaper, but it felt...

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