The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The wool of my coat was thinning at the elbows, a translucent patch that let the winter light through in a pale, sickly hue. I had worn it so long that it no longer felt like fabric. It felt like skin. A second, heavier skin that I had grown into over the decades of my exile in the valley. The village of Oakhaven did not change. It sat in the bowl of the mountains as if it had been carved there...

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