The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The old house in the valley did not sleep, it waited, holding its breath in the dark until the morning light crept over the hills and touched the dusty floorboards with a pale, indifferent finger. It was a place of deep shadows and quiet decay, where the air hung thick with the scent of dried lavender and old paper, and where the walls seemed to lean in closer, listening to the slow, rhythmic...

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