The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the world outside the window of the infirmary into a smear of mud and shadow, while inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of old fear, a silence so heavy it seemed to press against the eardrums like deep water. I sat in the corner, my hands folded in my lap, watching the warden,...

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