The Faded Guest
Chapter One June Gault had not slept since the surveyors began marking the reeds, and now, three years on, the damp of the granary office clung to her skin like a second, colder self. She sat before the ledger, the ink in her fingers stained black from the forty-seven of the Tannery Steps where she had once counted the days of her marriage, a ritual of endurance that now felt like a ghost...
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