The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended curtain that turned the lobby of the St. Jude’s Hotel into a dim, breathing thing, where the water stains on the ceiling looked less like damage and more like the topography of some submerged, forgotten continent. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the main hall, his coat soaked through to the skin, clutching a brass key...

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