The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain in Harrowgate did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, a cold, industrial film that coated the cobblestones and the soot-stained windows of the courthouse. Arthur Vane sat in his study, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, his chest tightening under a pressure that felt less like anxiety and more like a physical weight, a leaden hand pressing...

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