The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The wall bleeds. You see it before you hear the scream. A dark vein runs down the stone. It is old stone. It smells of damp and iron. You are standing in the hall. Your hands are at your sides. They do not move. The Lord is here. He stands by the fire. The fire is high. The shadows dance on the floor. They look like hands. They look like claws. The Lord turns. His eyes are cold. They are the...

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