The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The frost came early. It settled on the black iron railing of the terrace like a fine lace, white and cold and unyielding. I stood alone. The wind had teeth. They bit through my wool coat. I did not shiver. I had forgotten how to shiver. The palace loomed above me. Stone and glass. A monument to permanence. I was a speck of dust against its wall. My name is Thomas. I served the House for forty...

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