The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the neon bleed of the city into a single, vibrating smear of violet and bruised yellow. Elias Thorne stood on the wet pavement, his shoulder blades hunched against the cold dampness that seeped through his tactical coat, a garment that had once been crisp and authoritative but now felt like a second skin that was...

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