The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain fell in silver sheets. It lashed the mud of the valley. Elias walked. He walked with a heavy heart. The mud sucked at his boots. He was a clerk. A small man. He carried a ledger. The ledger was wet. The pages were soft. He held it tight against his chest. He walked toward the old house. The house stood on a hill. It was white. It was rotting. The windows were black. They looked like...

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