The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The wind off the harbor did not howl so much as it complained, a low, persistent grumble that rattled the windowpanes of the east wing and made the dust motes dance in the slanting light of the afternoon. You stood by the fireplace, your left hand resting on the mantelpiece, watching the tremor that had begun three months ago, a subtle vibration that felt like a live wire running through your...

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