The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The fog rolled in from the sea, thick and grey, erasing the horizon line until the world was nothing but damp wool and silence. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking slightly into the wet turf. He was a man who had spent thirty years in uniform, his spine straightened by duty and his hands roughened by the grip of a rifle and a pen. Now, retired, he wore only a heavy...

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