The Faded Guest
The summons came not as a shout but as a low, grinding friction in the air, a sound like a heavy file being dragged across rusted iron, which was how the staff at Blackwood Estate referred to the arrival of Elias Thorne, the senior customs inspector who had come to settle the accounts of the dead. You stood in the study, the room’s primary feature being the massive, oval mirror set into the...
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