The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ink on the parchment did not dry. It swelled, darkening like a bruise in the flesh of the vellum, pulsing with a rhythm that was not Edward’s own. He held the scroll aloft, his hand trembling not from the cold of the Scottish Highlands, but from the terrible weight of the words written upon it. The script was Old Norse, sharp and angular, but the meaning was not linguistic; it was visceral....

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