The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The gate is locked, Elias. It has been locked for three days. I stood before the iron bars of the St. Jude’s main entrance, my hand resting on the cold metal. The wind cut through my coat, a dry, scraping sound like sandpaper on wood. I held the silver locket in my other hand. It was warm. Not warm from the sun, for the sky was a flat, bruised grey, but warm from within, a low, persistent heat...

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