The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The dream was always the same, a wet, brown rot that consumed the skin of a perfect apple until only the pith remained, a hollow shell of sweetness turned to acid. Arthur woke with the taste of that decay on his tongue, the air of the manor’s east wing thick with the smell of damp plaster and old paper, a scent that had defined the last ten years of his life since his father’s death left him...

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