The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The air in the study on Wimpole Street did not smell of dust, but of ozone and wet stone, a sharp, metallic tang that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the thinning of the Veil. He stood by the window, watching the London fog press against the glass like a living thing, his fingers trembling as he adjusted the brass rim of his spectacles. At fifty-two, his hands were no longer steady...

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