The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The tally of seconds was precise, cold, and absolute; Elias Thorne counted them in his head as he stood before the great grandfather clock, his fingers hovering over the brass pendulum that had ceased its swing three minutes prior. The air in the Halloran Estate’s library was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and spilled wine, a humid warmth that clung to his skin like a damp wool shawl,...

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