The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Thorne. The name was spat into the mud by the rain, a harsh syllable that cut through the static of the border war. Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a quartermaster who had not drawn a weapon in six years, stood over the last crate of morphine. It was heavy, a dense block of wood and iron that seemed to pull at his shoulders with a gravity distinct from the earth itself. The village of Oakhaven lay...

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