The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The letter lay on the desk, the seal broken, the ink still wet with the dampness of the postman’s satchel. It was a formal notice from Lord Blackwood, the man who owned the valley and the men who worked it, and it stated with the cold precision of a ledger that my father, the estate manager, was dismissed for a discrepancy of three shillings in the winter accounts. I was twelve years old, and I...

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