The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain does not fall so much as it is exhaled by the grey sky, a persistent, wet sigh that settles into the marrow of the stone walls of the High Court. You stand in the shadows of the gallery, where the air is thick with the scent of damp wool, old paper, and the metallic tang of fear. Your hands, pale and still, rest upon the cold marble railing, and you watch the proceedings below with a...

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