The Faded Guest
The banquet hall, which had once been the heart of a manor that no longer stood, was a cathedral of dust and memory, its vaulted ceilings lost in the gloom of a twilight that seemed to have forgotten how to end, and at the center of this vast, decaying expanse sat Elias Thorne, a man whose uniform was a patchwork of faded regimental blues and tattered wool, the insignia of a major worn so...
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