The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of the village square, smelling of wet wool and old iron. Elara pulled her cloak tighter, the fabric scratchy against her neck, her breath visible in the cold air. She was not supposed to be here. She was supposed to be in the warm, candlelit study of her brother, Julian, watching him read, his face...

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