The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The mortar cracked. It did not shatter. It split. A hairline fracture, thin as a vein, running through the grey stone. Elias held his breath. The dust settled. He was not a mason. He was a doctor. Or he had been. In the old world, the one that smelled of pine and silence, he had stitched wounds. He had pulled teeth. He had listened to hearts beat. Here, in the city of ash and iron, he was a man...

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