The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain in Ashworth had a texture of its own, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the cobblestones and the wet wool of the coat. It was the kind of weather that seemed to slow the world down, wrapping the city in a gray shroud that blurred the lines between the present moment and the fading memory of the past. Elias Thorne stood by the window of his small, rented room in the old quarter,...

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