The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The candle guttered, a thin wick of light trembling against the dark. "Look at you, Thomas," said Margot. Her voice was light, airy, like a leaf skittering over stone. "You look like a ghost who forgot his own name. Sit. The wine is cold, but the night is warm." Thomas Ashworth did not sit. He stood by the window, his back rigid. Outside, the fog pressed against the glass, a white, suffocating...

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