The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The cold in the mine is not a temperature; it is a weight, a physical pressure that settles into the marrow and stays there. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and my left lung is a sack of wet ash, rotting from the inside out. I want only to reach the surface before the winter freeze sets in, before the rot takes the rest of me, but the main shaft is sealed. Silas Vane, the owner, has...

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