The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The dream came first, as it always did in the winter months of the old watchtower. It was not a dream of darkness, but of a blinding, crystalline light that seeped through the stone walls like molten silver. In this vision, the air tasted of ozone and crushed lavender, and the silence was so profound it had weight, pressing against the eardrums like deep water. Thomas Vane woke with the taste...

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