The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had a sound that I could not shake from my ears, a low, industrial thrum that seemed to vibrate in the very marrow of my bones, and it was this sound that woke me in the small, damp room above the chandler’s shop on Mill Street. I opened my eyes to the gray light of a Tuesday morning in 1904, and for a moment I did not know where I was, only that the air tasted of coal smoke and stale...

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