The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

You are walking. The road is not made of dirt or stone. It is made of bone. White, smooth, and cold under your boots. You have been walking for days. Or years. Time here does not tick. It pools. It sticks to your skin like wet wool. You are Thomas. You remember the name. It is heavy. It sits in your chest like a stone swallowed whole. You are a prisoner of your own making. Or so you think. You...

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