The Faded Guest
The ink on the deed was still wet when Elias Thorne noticed the shadow of the chandelier moving independently of the light. He did not look up; he was too busy counting the days until the winter rains would turn the Blackwood Estate’s rotting roof into a sieve, a financial hemorrhage that would drain the last of his savings. He was forty years old, an architect who had spent two decades drawing...
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