The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The train hissed against the tracks, a long, tearing sound that seemed to split the morning air, and I stood on the platform at Ashworth Station, clutching a leather satchel that felt heavier than my body. The fog was thick, a living thing that swallowed the iron lattice of the station roof and turned the arriving locomotive into a ghostly beast breathing white steam. I was a man of letters, a...

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