The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the high windows of the Blackwood estate. It was a dampness that lived in the bones, a physical weight that pressed against the chest. Arthur Vane stood in the center of the grand hall, his boots caked in mud that had long since dried into a black crust. He was a man of few words, a former constable whose uniform...

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