The Faded Guest
The ledger lay open on the worktable, the leather spine cracked like dry earth, and I was writing the date for the third time because the ink refused to dry, bleeding into the fiber as if the paper were weeping. I am Elias Thorne, and I have been a tailor for twenty years, a fact that feels increasingly theoretical given the state of my hands. They tremble with a fine, high-frequency vibration,...
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