The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The air in the workshop was cold, stale with the scent of sawdust and old varnish. Outside, the rain lashed against the glass, a relentless drumming that blurred the world into gray streaks. I sat on the edge of the bench, my hands trembling. They were stained dark, not with ink or oil, but with something deeper, something that had seeped into the...

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