The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

You dream of the coat first. It hangs in a hallway that does not exist, the wool heavy with the smell of damp earth and coal smoke. The buttons are brass, cold to the touch, and they catch the light in a way that feels almost accusatory. You know who it belonged to, even though you have not seen his face in years. You know that the coat is no longer on his back. It is a ghost of warmth, a shell...

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