The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain against the high, narrow windows of the refectory does not sound like water; it sounds like the scratching of ten thousand fingernails trying to pick the lock of a door that was sealed three centuries ago. You are sitting at the far end of the long oak table, the one carved with the interlacing knots of the old orders, and the candlelight is failing, trembling in its brass cup like a...

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