The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a thick, grey mist that clung to the skin of the world and refused to let go. Elias stood on the cracked concrete of the platform, his coat buttoned to the chin, watching the steam rise from the tracks in long, ghostly tendrils. He was not waiting for a train. He knew, with the dull certainty of a man who has forgotten how to hope,...

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