The Faded Guest
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the city and turned the cobblestones into slick, reflective pools. Inside the Great Hall of the Municipal Assembly, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and stale tobacco, a heavy atmosphere that pressed against the skin like a physical weight. Elias Thorne stood in the shadows of the rotunda,...
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