The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The white stag stood in the snow, its flank torn open, blood mixing with the frost until the ground turned black. Elias Thorne woke with ice on his pillow, a thin sheet of rime that had formed overnight, defying the warm air of his bunk. He was forty years old, a border patrol agent with twelve years of service, and for three years he had dreamed of that bleeding beast. The dream was a rule,...

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