The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Thorne! You dare bring that rotting weed into the office?" The voice of Elder Halloway cut through the morning mist, sharp as a whetstone. Elias Thorne stood by the surveyor’s desk, his hands trembling as he held the fern. It was not a healthy plant. Its fronds were blackened at the tips, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic throb that matched the beat of his own heart. He had spent three years...

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