The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The feast in the manor hall of St. Jude’s was not a celebration of joy, but a ritual of containment, a heavy, suffocating banquet where the air itself seemed to thicken with the scent of roasted lamb, burnt beeswax, and the underlying, metallic tang of fear. William Ashworth sat at the lower end of the long oak table, his hands wrapped around a cup of ale that had long since lost its warmth,...

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