The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The coat hung on the hook by the door. It was a heavy thing, wool and thread, dyed the deep red of dried blood. It had belonged to Thomas before he left. Now it belonged to no one. It waited for a body that would not return. Eleanor sat in the chair by the window. The glass was fogged with cold. Outside, the town of Ashworth slept under a blanket of grey snow. The year was 1892, or perhaps...

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