The Faded Guest
The mist did not roll in from the sea that morning; it erupted from the cobblestones of Blackwood Lane, a thick, sulfurous fog that swallowed the gas lamps whole and turned the Victorian city into a labyrinth of gray ghosts. It was a weather of malice, a breath held too long by the earth. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the window of his third-floor apartment, his hand resting on the cold iron of...
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