The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain fell like a curse on the cobblestones of Ashworth. It was not water. It was a liquid memory, thick and cold, soaking into the stone. It soaked into the skin. It soaked into the soul. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the square. His hands were bound. The ropes were made of sinew. They bit into his wrists. He did not look down. He looked up. The sky was a bruise. Purple and black. It...

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