The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

In his right hand, Elias Thorne held a brass key that had not been cut in a decade, its teeth worn smooth by the friction of his thumb over the years. He stood at the iron gates of Blackwood Manor, the metal cold and damp against his palm, the year 1893 pressing down on the fog that clung to the heather. The manor loomed behind the gates, a structure of soot-stained stone and shattered panes,...

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