The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The tip of the burin bit into the steel plate with a sound like a fingernail scraping against a chalkboard, a sharp, dry friction that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth. He was forty-two years old, and his hands, which had held ten thousand cuts of metal over the last two decades, were trembling now with a violence that made the fine lines waver. The studio was windowless, a cramped box of brick...

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