The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain hit the asphalt in sheets, a cold, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the street. I stood beneath the awning of a closed diner, my boots soaked through, feeling the water seep into the soles with a slow, insidious chill. My hand rested on the small of my back, where the weight of my sidearm was a dead thing, heavy and useless. Across the street, the windows of the Blackwood...

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