The Faded Guest
The rain fell on the city of St. Jude’s like a gray veil drawn over the face of the world, softening the sharp edges of the skyscrapers and blurring the boundaries between the street and the sky. Elias Thorne walked through this dissolution, his coat damp and heavy, his breath a faint mist that vanished before it could form words. He was a man who had spent thirty years deciphering the silent...
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