The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain hit the corrugated tin of the roof with a rhythmic, metallic snap. It was a sound that had defined the last three years of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s life. He stood in the center of the abandoned textile mill, his boots sinking slightly into the slick, dark sludge of old dye and mud. The air tasted of rust and wet wool. "Is he here, Elias?" The voice was dry. It belonged to Miller. Miller...

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