The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The smell of yeast and rendered lard hung thick in the air, a warm, heavy blanket that suffocated the cold stone walls of the tavern. It was the Feast of the Holy Week, a time when the village of Oakhaven emptied itself into the cellar of Thomas Bradshaw’s bakery. The room was a hive of motion and noise, a closed world cut off from the winter night beyond. Thomas stood behind his counter, his...

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