The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The city of Oakhaven did not sleep; it breathed. It exhaled a fog that tasted of iron and old rain, wrapping the cobblestone streets in a shroud that made the gaslights look like dying stars. In the heart of this ancient, labyrinthine metropolis, where the architecture leaned in on itself like conspiring elders, a man named Silas Thorne ran. He did not run from men, nor from the law, though...

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