The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The crack in the porcelain bird was a jagged white line, like a scar on a pale cheek. Elias Thorne held it in his left hand, his fingers stained with the ink of the report he had just finished typing. The office smelled of dust and cold coffee. Outside, the rain lashed against the window of the municipal building, a relentless, gray drumming that matched the rhythm of his own pulse. He was...

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