The Faded Guest
The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the State Records Office, blurring the grey London skyline into a smear of charcoal and slate, while Elara Vane carefully stacked her personal effects into a cardboard box, her movements precise and deliberate as she prepared to leave the building for the last time. She was thirty-two, a senior archivist who had spent the better part of a...
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