The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The brass pendulum hung in the center of the room, a heavy, unadorned weight that Elias Thorne had polished with such obsessive, rhythmic care for the last twenty years that the metal had lost its original luster and gained a kind of ghostly, personal sheen. He sat on a stool in the corner of the drafty workshop, his fingers tracing the curvature of the bob, his eyes fixed on the stillness of...

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