The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, cold mist that clung to the cobblestones of the narrow lane behind the tannery, turning the world into a smear of grey and rust where the boundaries between earth, stone, and sky had long since dissolved. Here, in the shadow of the great limestone walls that had stood for three centuries, the air tasted of iron and old smoke, a flavor...

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