The Faded Guest
Thorne, get that trowel out of your mouth, you’re going to swallow the mortar," the voice called, thin and sharp as a wire snapping in the cold air. It was not a real voice, or at least not one that belonged to anyone currently alive in the hollow. It belonged to the Faded Guest, who stood on the far side of the unfinished stone boundary wall, mirroring Elias Thorne’s posture with a delay of...
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