The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain fell in thin, grey needles. It slicked the cobblestones of the old quarter, turning the night into a mirror of wet asphalt and broken glass. I stood on the corner, watching the drop of water hit the pavement. One. Two. Three. My boots were soaked. The leather had stiffened, cracking against my ankles. I was cold. The kind of cold that settles in the marrow. My name is Thomas. I was a...

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