The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain hit the glass like gravel. It was a cold, industrial sound. A rhythmic pounding. I stood in the corner of my study. The room was dark. Only the streetlamp outside cut through the gloom. It made long, jagged shadows. I looked at my hands. They were trembling. Not much. Just a fine vibration. Like a wire under tension. I am a scholar. I study the old texts. The ones that predate the...

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