The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The fever broke at dawn, leaving the air in the cellar thick with the scent of damp wool and old blood. Elias Thorne did not remember falling, only the sensation of his body becoming a heavy, cold stone that refused to lift. He lay on the straw, the thatch above him dripping with a persistent, icy rain that had soaked through the roof of the old millhouse where he had taken refuge. For three...

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