The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Oakhaven like a static charge, hissing against the wet stone. Elias Thorne stepped out of the carriage, his boots sinking into the mud. He was a man of geometry and logic, a seeker of patterns in chaos. His coat was dark, heavy with the weight of the road. He held a brass case in his left hand. Inside the case lay a shard of glass. It was blue. It was...

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