The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The hall smelled of roasted pheasant and wet wool, a cloying mixture that hung in the air above the polished mahogany table where the magistrates sat like judges in a courtroom of their own making. Colonel Elias Thorne stood near the back of the room, his uniform pressed to a razor’s edge, his hands clasped behind his back in a gesture that was less posture and more self-imprisonment. He...

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