The Faded Guest
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the narrow alley behind the textile factory into a slick, reflective mirror of the bruised sky. It was a wet, cold sort of quiet that settled into the bones, the kind that made the air feel heavy and thick, like breathing through a wet wool blanket. In the small, single-room studio at the end of...
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