The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ink was still wet on the ledger. I watched it bleed into the grain of the mahogany, a dark vein spreading like a bruise. The pen trembled in my hand, not from age, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence in the room. Outside, the city of Ashford hummed its indifferent, metallic hymn. Steam rose from the grates, curling around the ankles of passersby who did not look up. They...

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