The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Thomas. The name hit the back of the cellar like a stone. You were twelve, huddled in the damp dark, your knees pulled up to your chest. The air smelled of wet stone and old rot. Above you, the floorboards groaned under the weight of Lord Blackwood. He was not a man who walked; he was a man who landed. His boots were heavy, the leather stiff with mud, and he kicked the door of the cellar again....

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