The Faded Guest

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2026-08-19 05:06:38 -

The Faded Guest

The road out of Harrowgate was white with frost. I left the manor behind, the iron gates clanging shut with a sound like a bone breaking. My horse, a dappled gray named Silas, shivered in the cold air. I pulled my cloak tighter. The wind bit at my face, carrying the scent of pine and old rain. I was a finder of things. That was my trade. Lost rings, stolen letters, the small, hidden crimes of...

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