The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The lighter flickered in my hand, a small orange eye in the gloom of the foyer. I am Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old, and I am going to burn this house down. The debt collectors came three days ago, and the sheriff’s office no longer has a name on the letterhead, just a signature that looks like a scratch on paper. I have retired, they say, but the money is gone, and the winter solstice is...

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