The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The iron gate stood open, a mouth gaping in the fog that clung to the valley floor like a shroud. You stood before it, your hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the silence that had swallowed your name. Inside, the air tasted of copper and old rain. It was not the village of Oakhaven, nor the court of King Alistair, nor any place you had known in your waking life. It was a...

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