The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The glass shatters not with a crash, but with a sigh, a sound like dry leaves tearing from a branch in a windless autumn, and you are left holding the shards in your palm, the cold bite of them seeping into the soft flesh of your hand, a sharp, precise pain that anchors you to a world that feels increasingly like a dream. You are Eleanor, and you are leaving. The carriage is waiting at the gate...

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