The Faded Guest
The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud in the lane outside the house was deep enough to swallow a boot. Will stood at the window, watching the grey water slide down the glass, distorting the view of the garden into a smear of brown and green. He was twelve, old enough to understand that the world was larger than the kitchen, but young enough to believe that if he held his breath...
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