The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended membrane of grey water that smelled of wet iron and old stone. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the square, his boots sinking into the mud that churned like a bruise underfoot. He was a man composed of rigid lines and sharp angles, a geometry of duty carved from flesh and bone. His uniform, a heavy wool tunic the color of dried...

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