The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The foxgloves in the garden had reached their full, terrifying height, their purple bells nodding with a heavy, narcotic gravity that seemed to pull the air down into the soil. I stood at the edge of the gravel path, watching the way the light filtered through the leaves, a pale and sickly gold that did not warm the stone. I was there to investigate the disappearance of Arthur Vance, a man who...

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