The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The coat was red. Not crimson. Not scarlet. A dull, arterial red. It hung on the hook by the door of the empty house on Sycamore Street. Silas Thorne woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. He sat up. The sheets were cold. Outside, the sky was a bruised purple. He knew why he was here. He always knew. The town of Oakhaven did not like strangers. It did not like detectives. It certainly did...

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