The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

My hand was deep in the mortar when the first crack split the library’s east wall, a jagged white line that ran from the floorboards up to the lintel, and I watched it with the same detached curiosity I applied to the ledger entries in my father’s desk. The date was the fourteenth of November, one thousand three hundred and forty-two, and the wind outside was stripping the last of the oak...

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