The Faded Guest
The house had been waiting for him, or perhaps he had been waiting for the house, for so long that the distinction had blurred into a single, gray fact. Elias stood in the center of the hallway, his boots heavy with the mud of a road that no longer appeared on any map. He was a soldier, though the war had ended three years ago, and he had kept his uniform because it was the only thing that...
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