The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ink on the ledger was still wet, glistening under the gaslight, and Elias Thorne held the pen with a grip that had long since worn the calluses into hard, white ridges. He did not look up as the door swung open, admitting a gust of cold air that carried the scent of woodsmoke and damp wool. The feast hall was crowded, the tables groaning under the weight of roasted pork and stale bread, but...

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