The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The smell hit Elias Thorne before the door did, a thick, cloying scent of wet loam and rotting root that seemed to seep out of the very air of the St. Jude’s Municipal Records Office. He stood in the hallway, his right hand clenched at his side, the knuckles white, feeling the familiar, sickening dampness that had followed him since Director Halloway’s body was found in the stairwell three days...

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