The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The letter arrived on a Tuesday. It was thin. White. It sat on the oak desk like a small, dead bird. Elias Thorne did not pick it up. He looked at the window. The rain was falling. It fell hard. It fell cold. It fell without stop. He was old. His hands were thin. They trembled slightly. He had been the King’s First Secretary for forty years. He had served three monarchs. He had buried two. He...

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