The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The oak is white. It is not white. It is pale, like a bone left too long in the sun. Elias Thorne held the chisel against the grain, the wood resisting the steel with a friction that felt like skin tearing. The date was the fourth of November. The solstice was twenty days away. The draft notice had been on the workbench for three days, a folded rectangle of government paper that smelled of ink...

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