The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain fell on the iron roofs of the city, a relentless, hissing curtain that blurred the line between the street and the sky. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the platform, his uniform soaked through to the skin, the fabric heavy and cold against his ribs. He was a man of the law, or at least he had been, before the law had turned its face away and called him a ghost. His hands were...

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