The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The oak tree in the center of the park had no leaves. It stood naked against the grey sky, a skeletal finger pointing at the indifference of the city. It was winter in Chicago, a cold that settled into the bones and stayed there. Elias Vance walked the same path every day. He walked it because he had to. The path was the only thing that remained constant in a life that had otherwise unraveled...

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