The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The bell above the door did not ring. It screamed. A thin, high-pitched shriek that cut through the humid air of the archive, vibrating in the teeth of every person present. I stood by the shelves, holding the ledger, my knuckles white against the leather spine. The air smelled of dust and ozone, a scent that had become indistinguishable from my own skin since I started working under Mr....

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