The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The screwdriver slipped in the lock, a cheap piece of metal from the supply closet that cost forty cents and had already bent twice, and I cursed the Board for sending me to a place that smelled of wet wool and old copper before I even saw the first wall. I was Elias Thorne, thirty-two, the night watchman at Holloway Asylum, and I was three weeks into a job that paid twelve an hour and required...

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