The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The crack ran down the porcelain cheek like a vein of frost. Elias Thorne held his breath, the smell of stale grease and coal smoke thick in his throat. He was twelve, small for his age, with hands that trembled not from cold but from the sheer weight of the silence he had stolen. In the corner of the scullery, beneath the heavy iron boiler, the Faded Guest sat on a stool, its head tilted. It...

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