The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The count was simple: four hundred and twelve miles of track, minus the twelve already walked, leaving three hundred and ninety-eight to go before the frost set in. Sergeant Elias Thorne checked his watch, a heavy brass thing that had stopped working three days ago, and looked at the stem in his left hand. It was a foxglove, withered brown, its bells shriveled like dried lips. It should have...

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