The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The walls of Blackwood Hall seemed to hold their breath. Henry Ashworth stood in the study that had once belonged to his grandfather, a man whose presence lingered in the tobacco-stained leather armchairs and the brass-bound globe that had never been unwrapped from its crated journey across continents. At forty-three, Henry carried himself with the quiet dignity of a man who had learned to be...

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