The Faded Guest
The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old city into a slick, black mirror reflecting the gaslight and the weary faces of the men who patrolled the narrow, winding streets, and it was on the fourth morning, as the light began to struggle through the mist like a dying ember, that Sergeant Elias Thorne found the door to the...
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