The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

You leave the station in the rain. The air tastes of iron and wet coal. It is 1893. The city is a grid of shadows. You are a man of the law, or so the ledger says. But the ledger lies. You are a ghost with a badge. You walk to the precinct. The brick walls sweat. The gas lamps flicker. They are waiting for you. Captain Hale sits behind the desk. He is a large man. His face is a map of old...

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