The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

My hands were already shaking when I pulled the trigger, the recoil slamming into my shoulder bone hard enough to bruise the flesh, but the bolt of the Lee-Enfield caught on a grain of rust and refused to cycle, leaving me frozen in the dark with a useless gun in my hands and the smell of wet iron and rot filling my lungs. It was the third day since Eli vanished, and the mist in the highlands...

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