The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey mist that blurred the edges of the world into a watercolor smear. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his small, rented room in the town of Oakhaven, watching the droplets trace slow, deliberate paths down the glass. He was a man who had once commanded men, who had walked the jagged lines of a front where the air tasted of...

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