The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The banquet hall of the Ashworth estate did not smell of perfume or wine, but of wet plaster and old, calcified dust. It was a Tuesday in November, the year the railway line finally breached the northern hills, and the air in the ballroom hung thick with the static of a storm that refused to break. Professor Elias Thorne stood near the marble fireplace, his fingers trembling slightly as he...

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