The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The cellar smelled of wet limestone and old iron, a scent that had seeped into the fibers of my coat so deeply that I believed it was part of my skin. I sat on a crate of rotted apples, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of what I held. It was a ledger, bound in cracked leather, its pages swollen with humidity. Across from me, in the dim glow of a single tallow candle,...

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