The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The bird sat on the sill. It was not dead, but it was done. Its feathers, once the deep, velvet blue of a bruise, had faded to a pale, sickly grey. The wings hung loose, limp rags of skin and bone. Thomas looked at it. He did not blink. The room was cold. The wind howled outside, a low, guttural sound that vibrated in the floorboards. It sounded like a throat clearing. "Is that you?" Thomas...

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