The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The glass was cold, and the weight of it was wrong. Elias held the vial against the train window, watching the rain streak the glass in erratic, vertical lines. Inside the small, cracked porcelain cylinder, the liquid swirled with a sluggish, oily blackness that seemed to pull at the light around it. He had taken it from his grandfather’s bedside, where it had sat for forty years, humming a...

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