The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The hall was a cathedral of bone and candlelight. Elias stood in the center. He was old. His hands were large. They were the hands of a shaper. A carver of wood. A mender of joints. In this place, he was the heart. The heart beat. It did not stop. The Guild of the Silent Spoke. They called it that. It was a lie. The spokes screamed when they broke. They screamed when they were forced into...

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