The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Act I The Black Belt stretched out under a sky the color of wet slate, a vast expanse of red clay and cotton fields that seemed to breathe with the heavy, humid air of the midsummer heat. In the town of Hollowbrook, the rhythm of life was dictated by the turning of the mill wheels and the sharp, metallic clang of the clock tower, a sound that cut through the stillness of the afternoon. It was...

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