The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The coat hung in the hall. It was old. Wool. Brown. It smelled of dust and cedar. It did not move. No one wore it. Not anymore. Thomas stood by the door. He was small. Thin. His eyes were too wide. Too dark. He was not human. Not really. He was a thing of the fog. A shape that lived in the margins of the house. He had been there for a hundred years. Maybe more. Time was a flat thing to him. He...

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