The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The iron bars bit into Elias Thorne’s knuckles, the cold metal seeping into the calluses of his hands as he stared at the heavy oak door of the warden’s office. It was the morning of the execution. The air in the cell block of the Blackwood Industrial Prison, a soot-stained monolith of brick and iron built in the age of steam, hung thick with the smell of rust and unwashed bodies. Elias was...

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