The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain tapped against the glass like a patient beggar. I stood by the window. The house breathed around me. It was cold. The floorboards groaned. I was a scholar of things that no longer existed. That was my trade. I kept the dust. I kept the silence. My name is Elias. I live in this house. It is all I have. The books line the walls. They are tall. They are dark. They smell of mold and old...

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