The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a thick, grey mist that clung to the stone walls of the barracks, seeping into the mortar, into the wood, into the skin. It was a season that refused to name itself. No summer heat. No winter cold. Only a damp, suffocating middle age for the world. Elias stood by the window. He was a man carved from the same grey stone. His uniform was pressed, though the...

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