The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ink in the well was blacker than night. Elias stood on the stone lip. The water did not ripple. It held his face like a mirror made of obsidian. He was a scholar of the old laws, a keeper of the Archive at the Abbey of St. Jude. His fingers were stained. The dye had seeped into the whorls of his skin, a permanent testament to his work. He held the book in his hands. It was heavy. The...

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