The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The town of Oakhaven did not sleep. It only waited. Elias stood at the edge of the mill pond, the water black and still as oil. He wore a suit that had been tailored for a man five pounds heavier, the fabric stretching tight across his shoulders. The fabric was fading. Not the color, which remained a stubborn, bureaucratic navy, but the substance itself. It grew thin in the elbows, translucent...

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