The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The castle stood not as a monument to glory but as a bruise upon the hillside, its stones the color of dried blood and old ash, and within its hollow, echoing corridors, the air tasted of wet wool and the metallic tang of impending ruin, for it was the age of the King’s Silence, a time when the law was a jagged sword wielded by those who had forgotten the weight of their own hands, and the only...

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