The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The scan gun beeped, a flat, digital shriek that cut through the humid air of the warehouse. I held the ledger box steady, my knuckles white against the cardboard. Director Vane stood behind me, his shadow stretching long across the concrete floor despite the white, shadowless sky outside. "Find it," he said. His voice was low, stripped of any warmth. "Or you are gone by dawn." I looked at the...

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