The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The parchment lay on the table, its edges curling in the damp air of the parlor. Elias Thorne stared at the signature line, the ink still wet, reflecting the grey light from the window. He did not sign. Across from him, Silas Vane, the magistrate, watched with the patience of a man who had learned to wait for the storm to pass. The room smelled of wet wool and old paper, a scent that had clung...

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