The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The solstice approached like a debt collector, knocking softly at the windowpanes of Blackwood Hall. You were thirty-two, a widow in all but name, having never known the comfort of marriage, and you stood in the main hall with a ledger of debts clutched in your hands, the paper damp and soft in your grip. Your concrete want was simple and urgent: to sell this crumbling estate before the winter...

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