The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The dream began with the smell of wet wool and coal dust. Mara stood in the hallway. The floorboards groaned. They were old. They were heavy. They held the weight of secrets. Her mother’s house. The Victorian frame was rotting. The wallpaper peeled like dead skin. Yellow. Brown. Black spots. Mold. She wore a white dress. It was stiff. It smelled of lavender. It smelled of the past. She did not...

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