The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, arched windows of the Blackfriars Magistrate’s office, a steady, rhythmic tapping that sounded like fingers on a coffin lid. Thomas Vane stood by the hearth, his back to the room. He was a tall man, gaunt, with the hollow look of someone who had not slept in weeks. He wore a long coat of heavy wool, dark as the water outside....

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