The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended mist that clung to the wool of Julian’s greatcoat and turned the gravel of the service road into a slick, sucking mud. He stood alone at the edge of the pine forest, the headlights of his cruiser cutting a pale, ineffective cone through the grey afternoon. The dashboard clock read four-fifteen, the precise moment when the shift...

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