The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The mist did not rise so much as it thickened, a slow, gray inhalation that swallowed the jagged teeth of the coastline until the world reduced itself to a damp, breathing nothingness, and within that suffocating white void, Elias Thorne stood with his rifle shouldered not in aggression but in a profound, exhausted surrender to the silence that had finally, mercifully, taken hold of his nerves....

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