The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain tapped a rhythmic code against the high windows of the State Chancellery, a sound like static on a dead line. Elias Thorne sat in the center of the room, his hands folded on the mahogany desk. He was a man of seventy, his face a topography of deep lines, his eyes the color of wet slate. Before him lay a single object. It was a ceramic cup, white glaze cracked at the rim, chipped to...

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