The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ink is cold. That is the first thing you notice, not the smell of the old paper, which smells of dust and dry rot, but the temperature. It is a wet, living cold that seeps through the cotton of your sleeve and settles against the skin of your wrist. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and you have worked in the Meridian Library for twenty years. You are not a man of great passion, nor of great...

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