The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The bell rang. It was not a church bell. It was iron. It hung in a tower of black stone that smelled of wet wool and old blood. The sound was a crack in the sky. It did not fade. It stayed. It hung in the air like a physical thing, a grey thread that pulled at the back of Thomas’s head. He stood in the square. The stones were slick. Rain had just stopped. It was a medieval rain, heavy and cold,...

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