The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Vane! The word came from the kitchen, sharp as a slap against the plaster. It was Clara, calling for him, though her voice was thin, stripped of its usual warmth. Elias Vane did not turn. He stood in the study, the door locked, his hands trembling over the brass alembic. The glass was cold to the touch, slick with condensation. He needed the tincture. He needed it before the sun set, before the...

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