The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Thorne. The word hit the back of your skull before the lantern beam did. You spun, your boots scraping against the cold stone of the basement corridor. The Head Warden, a man named Ashworth whose uniform was always pressed so sharp it seemed to cut the air, stood at the end of the hall. His face was a mask of gray pallor, illuminated by the flickering gaslight. In his hand, he held a ledger. In...

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