The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The storm broke the ridge just as the bell tolled the hour, a sound so hollow and ancient it seemed to emanate from the marrow of the earth rather than the copper mouth of the belfry. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the waystation, his hands deep in the pockets of his wool coat, watching the rain lash the muddy track that wound down into the valley. He was a man of precise habits and...

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