The Faded Guest

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 03:03:45 -

The Faded Guest

The hall of the Baron of Ashgrove was a cavern of smoke and spilled wine, a place where the air itself seemed to vibrate with the tension of a hundred unspoken judgments. Sir Aldric stood at the periphery of the feast, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not tasted blood in thirty years, only the dull, metallic taste of rust. He was not there to dine. He was there to witness the...

0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews