The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The silver button was cold against your collar, a small, hard knot of metal that seemed to pulse with a rhythm entirely its own, distinct from the slow, aching throb in your left knee that had been flaring up since the damp settled into the old floorboards three weeks ago. You were scrubbing the grout in the library’s hearth, the bristles of the brush digging into the blackened stone, when the...

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