The Faded Guest
The fog rolled in from the harbor. It swallowed the streetlights. It swallowed the cobblestones. It swallowed the world. Major Elias Thorne stood by the window. He watched the gray wall breathe. His uniform was stiff. The brass buttons were cold against his chest. He was alone in the room. Or so he thought. The room was small. The walls were damp. The air smelled of salt and old paper. It was a...
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