The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The stone did not crack, nor did the iron gates rust away in a single night, yet the silence that fell upon the Palace of St. Jude was so profound it felt like a physical weight, pressing against the eardrums and the ribs. I stood in the shadow of the great oak doors, my hands trembling not from the cold of the northern wind, but from the sheer, unbearable magnitude of the space before me. The...

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