The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The iron gate was locked. It had been locked for three days. Elara stood on the muddy path, her hand resting on the cold, rusted bar. The rain fell in thin, cold sheets, blurring the edges of the world. She did not move. She did not shiver. Inside the manor, the lights were on. The windows glowed with a sickly, yellow hue, cutting through the gray afternoon. Her father was inside. The letter...

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