The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ledger showed a deficit of four shillings and two pence. Elias Ashworth counted the coins in his palm, the metal cold against the rough skin of his calluses, and felt the weight of the debt pressing against his ribs. It was the price of the laudanum, the bandages, the rent for the room where his mother lay dying in Oakhaven. The village was dying too, the houses closing in like a fist...

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