The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The clock did not tick. It hummed. A low, thrumming vibration that lived in the marrow of the room. Elara sat in the center of the floor. The floor was wood. Old oak. Knots like closed eyes. She held a mirror. It was small. Round. Silvered. The glass was clouded. Not with dust. With time. She could see her face. But it was wrong. The skin was translucent. Veins showed. Blue lines. Like rivers...

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