The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The air in the Halloran estate does not smell of decay, as you might expect for a house that has been left to the mercy of the ivy and the rain, but rather of something cloying and sweet, like over-ripe pears left in a dark pantry, a scent that clings to the back of your throat and refuses to be swallowed. You stand at the top of the grand staircase, the one with the banister worn smooth by...

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