The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The air in the Hollow’s spectral library did not smell of dust, as the archives of the living world did, but of ozone and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clung to Elias Thorne’s clothes like a second skin. He stood in the center of the rotunda, his fifty-two-year frame bent slightly under the weight of exhaustion, his fingers white-knuckled around a small glass vial that...

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