The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The feast in the Hall of Whispers was a riot of gold and shadow, the air thick with the scent of roasted pheasant, spiced wine, and the cloying sweetness of overripe figs. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands folded in my lap, watching the court jester’s puppets dance against the tapestries. I was an outsider here, a scholar of the old texts, summoned to the Court of King Aldric...

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