The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The sword in my hand was heavier than it had ever been, a leaden slab of iron that seemed to draw the very strength from my arms. The air in the narrow alley of the old quarter was thick with the scent of wet stone and old blood, a metallic tang that coated my tongue. I was a captain of the City Watch, a title that once carried weight and command, but tonight it felt like a shackle. My boots,...

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