The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The candle in your hand has burned low, the wax pooling like white tears on the wooden table. You are twelve, though the years have stretched in the cramped quarters of the orphanage until they feel like a lifetime of silence. Outside, the city of Oakhaven sleeps under a blanket of fog, the cobblestones slick and dark, the gas lamps flickering with a sickly, yellow pulse. You are alone, but you...

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