The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The brass key is cold in your palm, its teeth worn smooth by decades of use, and the metal bites into your skin with a chill that travels up your wrist and settles in the marrow of your bones. You stand in the center of the Hall of Records, a vast, sterile expanse of white marble and glass where the air does not so much circulate as vibrate, a low, static charge that makes your teeth ache and...

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