The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The gate opened. It did not creak. It swung wide with a silence that felt like a held breath. Thomas stood on the threshold. He looked small. The stone steps were cold under his boots. He held the box. It was heavy. Inside, the wisteria roots pulsed. They were thick. They were dark. They breathed. The castle loomed above him. It was a fist of grey rock. The air tasted of iron. And of old dust....

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