The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain hit the high windows of the municipal library with a rhythmic, hollow slap, a sound that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the beating of his own exhausted heart. He sat at his desk in the sub-basement, the only light source a single, flickering fluorescent tube that buzzed like a trapped fly. In front of him lay the ledger. It was a thick, bound volume of water-stained paper,...

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