The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The stone in Elias’s left hand had begun to crack against the iron latch of the Magistrate’s office door, a sound like knuckles breaking on a frozen lake. He did not knock. He pushed, and the wood splintered, revealing the dim, paper-choked interior where Magistrate Halloway sat behind a desk that was made of compressed silence and old ledgers. The air inside was dry and cold, a sharp contrast...

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