The Faded Guest
You wake in the blue hour, the light of the dawn filtering through the sheer curtains of the master bedroom, casting long, skeletal shadows across the oak floorboards. The house is silent, a silence so profound it feels like a physical weight, pressing against your eardrums, demanding acknowledgment. You are the housekeeper, or so the paperwork states, a role defined by the meticulous...
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