The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The barrel stank of rot and regret, a smell that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a wet wool rag. He scraped the bottom with a rusted spoon, his knuckles white, the wood splintering under the pressure of his desperate need, while the damp cellar air thickened with the humidity of the dying month. It was the last of the Ghost Pepper, the dried, wrinkled fruit that had kept the...

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