The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The gourd was cracked. Elias Thorne held it in his left hand, the one that had been stiff since the arthritis set in three winters ago, and the split ran deep through the dry, brown skin, exposing a darkness that smelled of wet earth and old paper. It was a strange thing to carry through the corridor of the Blackwood State Asylum, a relic from a time when the grounds were manicured lawns and...

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