The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell on Harrowgate with a persistence that felt personal, a wet, gray hand pressing down on the slate roofs and the iron bells of the old textile mills. In the center of the town, where the cobblestones were slick with mud and the gas lamps sputtered in the wind, stood the house of Elias Thorne. It was a large, decaying manor, its windows dark, its...

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