The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The mud on your left boot is the color of dried blood, a visceral testament to the hours you have spent wading through the marshland that stretches out beneath the bruised and unblinking eye of the midwinter moon, and you find that you are no longer certain of where the water ends and the land begins, for the boundary has dissolved into a thick, grey slurry that clings to your shins with the...

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