The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain falls. It has been falling for three days. It soaks into the stone. It soaks into the bone. You stand in the Hall of Echoes. The ceiling is high. The air is cold. It smells of wet wool and old dust. You wear the grey tunic of the Order. The fabric is rough. It chafes your neck. You hold the vial. It is small. It is glass. It is empty. You were meant to fill it. The Master’s command was...

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