The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

Thorne, you are late. The voice comes from the top of the stairs, sharp and clipped, cutting through the smell of damp wool and old paper that hangs in the office. You stop, your hand still on the brass railing, the metal cold and slick under your fingers. You look down at the manifest in your other hand, the paper stained with the grease of the loading dock and the faint, yellowed residue of...

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