The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The dust in the Thorne manor does not settle; it waits. It hangs in the air like a fine grey snow, drifting over the shelves of the archive where I sit, my fingers trembling as I trace the spine of a ledger from 1892. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, and the winter solstice is three days away. I need to find the family seal before then. It is a small disc of obsidian, heavy with the weight of our...

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