The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray, suspended veil over the town of Oakhaven, soaking into the very bones of the stone cottages and the hearts of the men who guarded them. Silas Thorne stood by the window of the small, cluttered kitchen, his back to the room, watching the water streak down the glass in long, erratic tears. He was a man built for the watch, his shoulders broad and...

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