The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The first sign was not a sound, but a silence that tasted of copper and old rain. It settled over the manor house on the hill, a heavy, velvet drapery that smothered the creak of the floorboards and the distant hum of the traffic below. You were standing in the library, holding a glass of water that had gone flat, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of afternoon light that pierced...

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