The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain fell on the moor like a curse written in grey. It had fallen for three days. It fell on the heather. It fell on the stone walls. It fell on Elspeth. She stood at the edge of the cliff. The wind tore at her cloak. It was a heavy wool. It smelled of wet dog and old iron. She did not shiver. She was cold to the bone. But the shiver had gone. The shiver had left her hours ago. It had taken...

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