The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The room was small. The stone walls wept. Rain drummed on the slate roof. It was a steady, grey rhythm. Margaret sat in the corner. She held her breath. She waited. The air smelled of damp wool and old blood. She looked at her hands. They were still. They were very still. She knew what they would do. She knew what she had to do. The mirror stood by the window. It was tall. It was dark. It...

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