The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The vial was cold against Elias Thorne’s palm, a sliver of glass holding a liquid so dark it seemed to drink the light from the single tallow candle burning on the bedside table. He sat in the corner of the infirmary, his knees drawn up, listening to the wet, rattling breath of Major Halloway, who lay in the straw-strewn bed with his skin the color of old parchment and his eyes fixed on a point...

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