The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The train left the station in a groan of iron and steam, a sound that seemed to rip the very air in two, and Elias Thorne watched the tail lights recede into the fog until they were merely a memory of heat, a phantom warmth against the cold glass of the platform. He stood alone on the empty pavement, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his wool coat, feeling the weight of the silence that...

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