The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The invoice lay on the desk, its edges yellowed and soft with damp, the ink of the creditor’s name blurred by the condensation that wept from the ceiling beams. Elias Thorne smoothed the paper with a hand that had held rifles and reins, but now trembled with the palsy of age. The sum was three thousand pounds, a debt his father had accrued in the final, feverish years before his death, and the...

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