The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The bread was stale. It sat on the rough-hewn table like a stone, hard and gray, its crust cracked from the dry air of the cellar. Elias stared at it. His fingers trembled as they reached out, not for the food, but for the warmth that should have come with it. There was none. The torch in the iron sconce sputtered, throwing long, jagged shadows against the damp stone walls. He was alone, or so...

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