The Faded Guest

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2026-08-20 14:34:12 -

The Faded Guest

You dream of the iron gates again, the way they groan in the wind, a sound like a old man clearing his throat after a long silence. In the dream, the fog is thick enough to taste, metallic and cold, curling around your ankles as you stand on the steps of the Whitmore House. It is not a house you remember living in, but a place you remember serving, a place where the air was always filtered...

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