The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The door locked with a sound like a bone breaking. Elias stood in the corridor. The air was thin. It tasted of copper and dust. He looked at his hands. They were trembling. In his pocket, a slip of paper. A single sheet. White. Crisp. It held his name. It held his fate. He had left the house in a hurry. The rain had lashed the windows. His wife, Sarah, had called after him. Her voice was a...

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