The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The gaslight above the clerk’s desk sputtered, casting a long, jagged shadow across the mahogany table where Arthur Vane stood, his knuckles white on the polished wood. "Release her," Arthur said, his voice low and steady, though his hands trembled with the effort of holding them still. "Elara Vane is not morally insane. She is a wife, a mother, and a citizen of this town, and you are holding...

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