The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The water was black and thick with suds, and Thomas’s knuckles were split to the bone. He scrubbed the grain of the oak table with a rough cloth, the bristles of his scrubbing brush digging into the wood’s deep, knotted scars. It was the largest piece of furniture in the manor, a slab of dark timber that had sat in the cellar for a century, waiting for a purpose that no one remembered....

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