The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The morning light in the Grand Antechamber of the House of Ashworth was not merely bright but aggressive, a pale, sterile wash that turned the dust motes dancing in the air into suspended, microscopic ghosts, and it was into this blinding indifference that Elara stood, her hand resting not on a hilt of steel but upon the soft, yielding flesh of her own left shoulder, a place where the skin had...

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