The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, industrial drumming that turned the cobblestones of the Millbrook Quarter into a slick, black mirror reflecting the jagged spires of the textile mills that dominated the skyline. It was the year 1893, a time when the air tasted of coal dust and wet wool, and the boundaries between the living and the dead were not merely blurred, but...

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