The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain hit the window with a rhythmic, hollow slap. Inside the room, the air was thick. It smelled of wet wool and old paper. Elias stood by the desk. He held the lantern. The glass was cracked. One long fissure ran from the top to the bottom. It looked like a scar. It looked like a vein. He did not light it. Not yet. Across the room, Thomas sat in the chair. His hands were tied. The rope was...

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