The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a dull, persistent rhythm against the thick stone walls of the keep, a sound that seemed to seep into the marrow of the bones of the man sitting in the corner. Sir Aldric did not look up. His hands were resting on his knees, still and heavy, as if they belonged to someone else. They were large hands, scarred and calloused, the knuckles swollen...

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