The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The velvet was cold, heavier than it looked, a slab of midnight pressed flat against my palms. I held it up to the sliver of grey light filtering through the attic window, the fabric shimmering with a depth that seemed to pull the air in around it, thick and cloying. It was the gown of Mrs. Vane, the widow who lived in the house down the hill where the gas lamps hissed in the wind, and I had...

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