The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

He woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. The dream had been wet. Rain on a roof that did not exist. A sound like a bird breaking its wings. He sat up. The cot was cold. The room was small, stone-walled, and smelled of damp wool and old blood. Outside, the wind howled through the eaves of the keep. It was a sound that had no beginning and no end. Just a long, grey scream. He was Thomas. He...

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