The Faded Guest
The fog rolled in at dusk. It did not creep. It arrived with the weight of a burial shroud. Elias Vance stood at the window of the faculty office. The glass was cold. His breath fogged it. He wiped it away. The view was gone. There was only white. He was a historian of the occult. A scholar of the unseen. He had spent thirty years cataloging the whispers of the dead. He believed in evidence. In...
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