The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The house did not breathe, which was the first thing Silas noticed when he finally opened the door, the second being that the air inside tasted of wet ash and old paper, a flavor that stuck to the back of his throat like a lie he had told so many times it had become part of his teeth. He stood in the hallway, his fingers white-knuckled around the brass handle, feeling the weight of forty years...

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