The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The leather strap of the satchel bit into Elias Thorne’s shoulder, a familiar, dull ache that he had learned to ignore over thirty years of carrying heavy things. He was fifty-two, and his knees clicked with a dry, grinding protest as he shouldered the bag onto his back, the weight of dried willow bark, crushed feverfew, and vials of tincture pulling him down toward the ground. Outside the...

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