The Faded Guest
Thorne! The summons came from the foreman’s office, sharp and brittle, cutting through the damp chill of the factory floor. Elias Thorne stopped counting the bolts. He stood still for a moment, the cold seeping through the soles of his boots, before he wiped his hands on his apron and walked toward the door. The iron boundary rail that separated the yard from the loading dock lay to his left....
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