The Faded Guest
The rain hit the slate roof of Blackwood Manor with a rhythmic, metallic slap that sounded like knuckles rapping on a coffin lid. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the courtyard, his uniform soaked through, clutching a rusted iron key that had been in his pocket for seven years. He wanted the ledger. He needed it to prove his brother, Arthur, had not died in the mines but had vanished to save the...
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