The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The cellar was cold. It was always cold. Marguerite sat on the stone floor, her back against the damp wall. She held the jar. It was full. It was always full. This was the duty. This was the law. The jar sat in her lap. It was glass. Thick glass. Heavy. Inside, a dark liquid swirled. It looked like ink. It looked like blood. It smelled of iron and rot. It smelled of time. Marguerite was the...

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