The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The fog rolled in thick as wool. It smelled of wet ash and rot. Elara stood by the window. The glass was cold. Her breath fogged it. She wiped it away. The view did not change. Below, the mill churned. The gears groaned. A low, continuous moan. The town of Blackwater was dying. The coal ran out. The jobs followed. The people left. They took their children. They took their dogs. They left the...

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