The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The silver locket sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, its surface unmarked by the years, cold and smooth as a river stone, though the air in the archive was thick with the dust of old paper. It was a small, oval piece of metal, no larger than a thumbnail, and it did not tarnish, a fact that had long since moved beyond curiosity into the realm of the inexplicable, yet here it was, resting on the...

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