The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The iron gate groans, a sound like a man tearing his own throat out, as you push through the rain. You are wet to the bone, the cold biting into your marrow, but you do not stop. You cannot stop. Behind you, the mist of the old world is already closing in, swallowing the village, the church, the face of your mother who screamed your name. You are a stranger here, a ghost in a coat that does not...

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