The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The candlelight in the Great Hall of Ashworth Manor did not so much illuminate the room as it suspended the dust motes in a golden, stagnant air, and I sat at the head of the long oak table, my hands clasped beneath the linen cloth, feeling the weight of the silver chalice resting against my thigh like a cold stone of judgment, for it was the eve of the autumn equinox and the year had finally...

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