The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ink was still wet on the ledger when you found it, the smell of iron and old paper sharp in the back of your throat. You had been cleaning Silas’s desk, a task assigned by the Sheriff because it was easier to blame a dead man’s clutter than to ask why the Chief’s office smelled so heavily of camphor and resignation. The ledger lay open to a page marked with a red thread, and there, in the...

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