The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain hits the windowpane with a rhythmic, mechanical precision, a sound you have come to associate with the failing of your own heart. You are sitting in the office of the Chief Inspector, a room that smells of stale tobacco and wet wool. The air is thick, heavy with the humidity of a late autumn afternoon. Across the mahogany desk, Inspector Hale sits behind a wall of files. He is a small...

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