The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The locket was warm, a temperature that seemed to rise from the metal itself rather than from Elias’s palm, and he held it with a grip that was less of a hold than a fusion. It was a small oval of tarnished silver, no larger than a thumbnail, and for thirty years it had sat in his pocket, a weight he carried without thinking, a relic of a sister who had vanished in a storm of rain and...

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