The Faded Guest
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the estate and turned the gravel drive into a soup of mud and decay, and as I stood by the window of the study, my hand resting on the heavy oak doorframe, I could feel the vibration of the storm traveling through the wood, a low, thrumming hum that seemed to resonate in the marrow of my bones, a...
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