The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Elias Thorne, you are late for the count. The voice did not come from a throat, but from the damp plaster of the corridor, a low hum that vibrated in the teeth of the men standing in line. Elias straightened his spine, the movement costing him a sharp, grinding pain in the lower back. He was forty years old, but his body felt like a tool that had been overused and poorly maintained, the joints...

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