The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the ancient cobblestones of the Abbey into a slick, weeping mirror that reflected the grey, heavy sky above, and I walked with my boots caked in the red clay of the highlands, my staff tapping a frantic rhythm against the wet stone as I approached the heavy oak doors of the Inquisition’s central archive, a place where silence was not merely the...

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