The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The wind had teeth. It gnawed at the exposed skin of Elias Thorne’s face, a constant, grinding pressure that matched the erratic, heavy thumping in his chest. He was fifty-four, and his heart felt less like a muscle and more like a loose stone in a drum, pounding a rhythm that was slowly running out of time. The tundra stretched before him, a flat expanse of white and grey that offered no...

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