The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the distinction between the world outside and the heavy stone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude, a place where the air tasted of damp moss, old parchment, and the metallic tang of fear. I walked the long, echoing corridor toward the scriptorium, my feet shuffling against the cold flagstones, the sound a dull rhythm in...

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