The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The horse coughed. It was a wet, rattling sound, like a stone rolling inside a tin can. I looked up from the saddle. The beast was gray, old, and trembling in the frost. Its eyes were milky, clouded by a disease that had taken hold in the deep winter. I had ridden it for three days through the pine woods. The path was narrow. The snow was deep. My boots were soaked. My name is Elias. I am a...

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