The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain on the roof of the station house is a relentless, rhythmic drumming, a sound that has worn down your bones into a dull, gray ache. You are sitting in the corner of the holding area, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric tune that vibrates in your teeth. It is 1924, and the air smells of damp wool, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of old blood. You are a man of the law, or...

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