The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it intruded, a cold, persistent mist that clung to the stone walls of the cellar. Elias stood in the center of the room, his back to the heavy oak door that sealed them in. The air smelled of wet wool, old paper, and the metallic tang of fear. Across from him, in the dim light of a single oil lamp, sat his brother, Thomas. Thomas was smaller now, or perhaps...

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