The Faded Guest
The rain had been falling for three days without ceasing, a steady, cold sheet that turned the gravel of the estate drive into a slurry of mud and broken stones, and you stood at the end of the long terrace, your shoulders hunched against the chill, watching the mist swallow the old oak tree at the edge of the property, its branches stripped bare and skeletal against the grey sky, a mirror of...
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