The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ink upon the parchment was not merely black but a void that seemed to drink the light from the gaslamp, a liquid darkness that pooled in the grooves of the paper like blood in a vein, and it was this very substance, this tangible weight of the written word, that Edmund Ashworth carried in his breast pocket, a talisman against the cold that seeped through the floorboards of the boarding...

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