The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The iron gate groaned, a low, mournful sound that seemed to vibrate through the cobblestones and up into the bones of Sir Julian Thorne. He stood alone in the courtyard, the heavy rain of the late medieval era slicking his leather armor, the water pooling in the folds of his cloak like dark oil. The castle loomed above him, a jagged tooth against the bruised purple sky, its windows dark and...

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