The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The banquet hall of the Whitmore textile mill did not smell of the wool or the cotton or the heavy, damp earth of the surrounding moors, but of varnish, stale wine, and the sharp, metallic tang of ambition, a scent that clung to the velvet upholstery and the polished mahogany paneling like a second skin that refused to be shed, and I stood at the periphery of this gilded cage, my hands folded...

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