The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The iron bell sat on the center of the table, its surface tarnished and dull, reflecting the weak, grey light of the London afternoon. You sat in the high-backed chair, your hands resting on your knees, feeling the cold seep through the thin wool of your trousers. It was not the draft from the window, though the glass was cracked and the wind whistled through the gap like a dying animal. The...

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