The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain in the valley of Kaelthorne did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflected a sky the color of a bruised plum. Elias Vane, a man whose hands were stained permanently with the indigo of his dye-vats and whose lungs held the metallic taste of soot, walked with a limp that had deepened since the war. He was not a soldier,...

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