The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The summons came not as a letter, but as a vibration in the floorboards of the Ministry’s central atrium, a low-frequency hum that Elias Thorne felt in his molars before he heard it. He stood by the service elevator, waiting for Director Halloway, his posture rigid, his hands clasped behind his back in a grip so tight his knuckles had lost all color. The air here smelled of ozone and old dust,...

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