The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet wool and the distant, hollow tolling of a bell that seemed to ring from inside Margaret’s own ribs. She was standing in the library of the St. Jude’s Orphanage, a place that had not existed in the waking world for thirty years, yet its shelves felt as solid and cold as the bones of her dead sister. The dust motes dancing in the single...

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