The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The iron gate of the Citadel stood not against the wind, but against time itself, a rusted sentinel that had watched centuries of rain erode the stone walls into a gray powder. Thomas Bradshaw stood alone before it, his hand resting on the cold metal, feeling the vibration of a city that breathed in the dark. He was a man carved from the same hard stuff as the gate, a soldier of the Order of...

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