The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The mud is red. It clings to your boots. It stains the hem of your tunic. You are bleeding. You do not know where the wound is. It feels only as a hot pulse. A drumbeat under the skin. You are in the courtyard of the Ashworth estate. The gate is broken. The hinges scream. You are the guard. You are the shield. The man in the black coat stands before you. He holds a staff of ironwood. His face...

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