The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the streets of Seattle into a slick, reflective mirror of the city’s own melancholy. Arthur Penhaligon stood by the window of his study, a room that smelled of old paper, pipe tobacco, and the faint, metallic tang of decay, watching the water slide down the glass in long, broken threads. He was a man who had spent...

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