The Faded Guest
The rain had been falling since dawn, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the Blackwood district into a slick, reflective mirror, and you arrived at the institute with your boots already soaked through, the water pooling in the toes of your shoes as you climbed the three steps to the heavy oak door. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a junior archivist whose life has...
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