The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The fog did not rise. It erupted. It poured from the harbor like a living thing, a gray, sulfurous tide that swallowed the docks, the warehouses, and the men who worked there. Elias Vane stood on the quay, his boots sinking into the wet rot of the planking. He was a man of forty, though the fog had aged him a decade in a single hour. His hands were trembling. Not from cold, but from the...

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