The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The house stood at the end of the lane like a bruise on the landscape, a sprawling, ivy-choked Victorian monstrosity that seemed to breathe with a slow, decaying rhythm, its windows dark and unblinking as the eyes of a dead fish, and you stood before it now, clutching the rusted key in your palm, the metal biting into your soft flesh, a small, sharp pain that anchored you to the present moment...

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