The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Thorne, hold your glass. The words hung in the air, thick as the smoke from the woodstove, and Elias Thorne froze with the goblet halfway to his lips. Around him, the cabin was a mess of noise and grease, a harvest celebration that had started at noon and now dragged into the heavy, amber light of late afternoon. Tables were crowded with men and women from the county, their faces flushed with...

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