The Faded Guest

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2026-08-18 21:03:32 -

The Faded Guest

The rain tapped a rhythmic code against the glass of the holding cell. It was a soft, persistent drumming, like a heartbeat slowing to a stop. I sat on the cold metal bench, my wrists bound in zip ties that cut into the skin. The fluorescent light above buzzed with a low, dying hum. It flickered once, twice, then held steady. My name is Elias Thorne. I was a police officer for twenty years. I...

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