The Faded Guest
The rain in the valley of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the wool of coats and the rough-hewn timber of the town’s oldest structures. Elias Thorne worked in the shadow of the bell tower, his hands stained permanently with the dark, oily residue of varnish and wood dust. He was a restorer of antiquities, a man who spent his life breathing life...
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