The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall. It hung. It suspended itself above the village of Oakhaven like a grey, breathing veil. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his small office in the community center. He was a man of few words and many scars. Not on his skin, but in the way he held his shoulders. They were always high. Always ready to take a blow. He had worn a uniform for twenty years. He had worn a badge...

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