The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain in Blackwood was not merely water; it was a grey, persistent accusation that soaked into the brickwork of the foundry and the bones of the men who worked within it. Elias Thorne stood by the cooling vat, his hands submerged to the wrists in the sludge of liquid metal, watching the surface ripple with a heat that shone like bruised skin. He was a man of few words, a craftsman who...

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