The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The gate is locked. You know this. You have checked it three times this morning. The iron is cold. The air is still. It smells of damp stone and old blood. You are not afraid. Fear is a luxury you cannot afford. You are the Warden. You are the wall. You are the silence that holds the dark at bay. Your brother, Elias, waits inside. He does not look at you. He looks at the floor. His hands are...

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