The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

You walk. The road is long. It is made of slate. It is cold. The mist clings to your ankles. It is thick. It is grey. It tastes of iron. You hold the lantern. It is small. It is brass. It is old. The glass is clouded. The wick is wet. It does not burn well. It flickers. It dies. You blow on it. You strike the flint. It catches. It glows. It is a faint, orange eye. It is the only light in the...

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