The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain against the windowpane sounds like fingernails scraping glass, a rhythmic, insistent tapping that you have come to know so well it no longer registers as sound but as a vibration in your bones, a low hum that ties your body to the rotting wood of this house, this place where the air smells of damp wool and old paper, and where you sit with your back straight against the high-backed...

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