The Faded Guest
The house was not merely a structure of brick and timber but a living organism, a vast, breathing lung that drew in the damp, iron-scented air of the industrial valley and exhaled it back out through the cracked sash windows as a sigh of ghostly, cold vapor that settled upon the frost-rimed panes like the breath of a dying god, and in the center of this respiratory cycle stood Colonel Arthur...
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