The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The fog rolled into Oakhaven like a tide that had forgotten how to recede. Elias Thorne stepped off the train, his boots sinking into the mud of the platform, the cold salt smell of the Grey Sickness already clinging to his skin. He was thirty-four, a constable with a badge he no longer wore, and he wanted only to prove that his father had not been a negligent fool. The city council had...

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