The Faded Guest
The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Hotel, a decaying monument to the Gilded Age’s excess, hums with a low, vibrating frequency that feels less like sound and more like a physical pressure against your eardrums, a sensation that has been building in your chest for three days since you first stepped through the heavy oak doors that have not opened for a living soul in forty years. You are here...
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